Only They Know By Kelly B Jones
Glass rounded curves decorate their lips and
Lead them onwards into the welcoming black
The warm rumbling and mumbling cocoon
Veers them to a nook where no light can attack
Icy air fondles their pores whilst heated decibels
Penetrate their drums
Little sweet-nothings expel and disperse
Like a tea-dipped biscuit and it’s break-away crumbs
An exchange of looks and a marriage of desire
Allows their fabric makeup to swiftly dissipate
A ratifying twist magnetizes both cores
A Carnal momentum only they could translate.
A quick tug of the neck brings their gazes to the gods
A final pinnacle reached as sensualities flow
Suddenly, a wink of a twinkle from above
She whispers, "They know our secret"
He: "Yes, but only they will know"
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