Salacity in Slow Motion

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Brush those delicate sensibilities aside

Let out that shine of you underneath,

Whispered through silken fibers of sheets

All night, all night ceaseless tossing speaks to me.

Come, lay here with me a while, forget

In this hammock beneath the willow grove,

Hand under chin turns you up, rocking away

The way the ocean greedily draws back in

This pulling…is how we must be

Making your breath quicken

Seizing your stare…be here,

Let me drink of those eyes

Save them for each second afar

No need for anything else

Look up! Look at me.

Upturned lips only make a smile

Peace is right here, found at my side

After we sacrifice ourselves,

To this increasing tide of we