.
Across the miles we touch,
yet not.
Your voice taking my hand,
touching me . .
My hand . . Your touch
Your words . . My hand
Again and again I sink and
rise
To tones that carry me on
waves of desire.
Your heat . . My body
My body . . Your vessel.
Across the miles we ride
Giddy in ascension
Your command . . My service
My service . . Your pleasure
The summit breached
At last we touch, not touching.
Your voice . . My body
My music . . Your song
We Cum.
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