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A shuddering gift
by Sommer
Copyright - 2001: Paul Sommer, All Rights Reserved

Move over me, my love;
Move like a sweet breeze from a luscious spring morning;
Can you feel the sleepy sun, covering us with a thin blanket of bright warmth?
Do you hear the birds in the trees below, announcing our passion to a listening world?
Listen as they tell of our bodies moving together in a systematic dance, sharing the love that flows from our souls;
Let me gaze at your smooth shapes as you slide into position;
Surely a Master sculptor created your sensual forms?
Does that sound absurd: yet no sight penetrates my eager mind like the images of you;
Would it seem all that strange for you to be my favorite art, one that always calls me back for another appreciative gander?
Would it seem obtuse to look at you for hours, marveling at the pleasures you bring?
Feel me hold you with my upturned hands, read their strength contrasting with tender touches;
Tempt me, open your legs and sail above my awaiting mouth;
Slowly drift down against my lips and shudder as I suck your throbbing clit;
And know my love, know that in an impermanent world, my love for you remains illimitable.