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Santita

Meditation

Our fingertips graze
in electric ripples of maroon
A ritual manifesting
from our soul\'s desire-cocoon
With eyes locked 
we begin our ascent
to color-brimmed realms
of impassioned intent

We connect; synchronizing
bodies, creating new tongues
Only spoken between us
from ancient devotion it is spun

I map out your skin
with tongue & teeth
This landscape of
a king, I wear like a
wreath

A silver wavelet flows
from parting wet lips
Kneel before me 
say a rune between these hips
Inhale my essence
like a love-crazed beast
While on this plate, of
lustful meditation,
we feast