Love's Perfect Art His hands explore a heavy hello. Minds, swaying hips, seductive, dance slow. Breasts full engorge, nipple ripe ready, Boundaries burst, resolve unsteady. Kiss-parching mouth, wanting wet greeting, Vulva swelled round, seeking love's meeting Relentless tongue, lapping love's urging; They become all clitoral surging. Pounding desire. From heart's erection Flows molten sounds of their perfection. Sweet taste of skin, a breath's soft caress; Entwined hearts, legs; content now, at rest. Given to them was love's perfect art; But they betray each other. They part.

Author's Note: My idea of what physical intimacy can achieve, given that raw truthfulness
and total vulnerability exist between the couple -- eroticism pure. But this
purity is betrayed. We are only human, after all.

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