To the Moon - Cruz, Charlz Dela
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To the Moon is a collection of poems thrown at the Moon and back. Again and again, unconditionally. Your silhouette falls in my mouth Your silhouette falls in my mouth Repeatedly I could not speak, in pleasure You compel me to rise and fall To be lost and found In your quivering hands You confuse the bones out of me I look for myself in the rush And fainting ebb Of your sighs That I find myself in your soul As tonight, I love you with kisses Smoothly etched Between the sheets Of your being. I will open you, petal by petal I will open you, petal by petal Slowly, amidst exchanging breaths Feel…mehr

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To the Moon is a collection of poems thrown at the Moon and back. Again and again, unconditionally. Your silhouette falls in my mouth Your silhouette falls in my mouth Repeatedly I could not speak, in pleasure You compel me to rise and fall To be lost and found In your quivering hands You confuse the bones out of me I look for myself in the rush And fainting ebb Of your sighs That I find myself in your soul As tonight, I love you with kisses Smoothly etched Between the sheets Of your being. I will open you, petal by petal I will open you, petal by petal Slowly, amidst exchanging breaths Feel my fingers send ripples down your skin Tracing constellations made of desires, erupting >Watch me surrender my soul To every inch of your splendor While I examine the pages of your body Soft, glowing, and infinite Every pore, every curve Nothing will be left untouched Feel how my lips write my devotions on your naked self The blunt confessions of a soul, in lust with divinity And make your body tremble With your already trembling lips For I will eat you down, until your words falter Until your sighs learn to pray And beneath the curious moon and the shy burning stars I will look straight into your eyes Bask in every expression you make As I stretch you open, with my hard wicked body Digging into you -- slowly, passionately And without mercy While love, that strange mysterious love, melts Into our sweat Then I will hold you, pull you, closer, closest Oh, my most sacred -- now gasping, relished Yet we still need To inhale each other With tears in our eyes, we turn our soft murmurs Into deafening moans Moans that conjure the Soul of God (Because the holiest moans can only come From two imperfect souls, meshed In prayer) And then nothing -- nothing but ecstatic bliss And the desire to be enlightened Shall be No more For nothing will remain But the combined scent of two souls One shared breath, and a dreamless sleep For once, let me show your body What it really means To be touched: Like a moth, caressed By fire.
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