Languid Melting
Life was meant to be lived in slow motion
one taste at a time
tip of your tongue
melting slowly down your throat
the bright taste of a grape split open
the warm taste of thick gooey honey
sipped and Savored
Life was meant to be lived in slow motion
one smell at a time
sensory tingling
tantalizing smells of carnal earth
molten smells of emotion soaked wanderlust
breathed in and captured
Life was meant to be lived in slow motion
one sight at a time
passion awakening
need calling colors of painted sunset
gaze drawing sensual body lines
pleasured and held
Life was meant to be lived in slow motion
one sound at a time
ache inducing
erotic voiceless ripples of desire
waves of joyful life confirmation
attentive and grasped
Life was meant to be lived in slow motion
one touch at a time
tangible agony
languid strokes of perfect motion
blazing flicks of heat and wanting
Cataclysmic finale.
Never rush ecstasy.
Life was meant to be lived in slow motion.
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