MatureCarolina

The bed and it’s room is no place for the computer to cast it’s shadow over your eyes
My thighs and universe in between no place for carelessness, half truth, and lies
Pleasure is measured in presence
A place of vulnerable posture held by caress moved further to openness
I let you in deeper through fear
The stars of my inner night guide you
The story of these constellations
Passing expressions remain in memory long after the taste of your sweat has left my lips
Alone now
No light in the bed or it’s room
Inside myself
Closed eyes
Thighs wide
Tongue traces the lips it protrudes from
The taste of my sweat
Pleasure is measured in presence
Oneness the O in Ohhmm
The mmm in orgasm
I leave myself breathless
And rest in peace