This is the long tunnel of wanting you
Its walls are lined with remembered kisses
wet and red as the inside of your mouth,
full and juicy as your probing tongue,
warm as your belly against mine,
deep as your navel leading home,
tight as your legs wrapped around mine,
straight as your toes pointing toward the bed
as your roll over and thrust your hardness
into the long tunnel of my wanting
seeding it with dreams
making memories of the future
straightening out my crooked past,
teaching me to live in the present tense
with the past perfect and the uncertain future..
Erica Mann Jong
601 44 61 93
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