Euphorically
entangled,
rhythm and rhyme,
our minds
become sensually
bedraggled…
–
Then our orgasm’s
begin to climb…
Hearts pounding,
our essence of sweat
pouring…
The sweet smell of sex
steers our minds,
euphorically blind…
chris jensen – Lost Poetry
Euphorically
entangled,
rhythm and rhyme,
our minds
become sensually
bedraggled…
–
Then our orgasm’s
begin to climb…
Hearts pounding,
our essence of sweat
pouring…
The sweet smell of sex
steers our minds,
euphorically blind…