Making love on the Astral Plane
Making Love on the Astral plane
Skimming along the horizon of the known
Wondering when to leave this comfort zone
To face the future in some new space
To find some fun in a new place
Easing off from the comfortably defined
Heading into the starry fields I find
Your lovely constellation
A wondrous revelation
I see the folds of whispy gases swirling
And in their midst, a lovely sight unfurling
Rose-pink glowing, image growing
Your brand-new form is all Im knowing
Gold are the stars of your long flowing hair
Like a halo aurora, surrounding you there
Red are the stars of your bright smiling face
With an image of beauty engraved on its space
White are the stars of your shimmering body
Diffuse and uncertain and glittering goldly
I see through the clothes to what lies underneath
My hands waft the shrouds, the folds and sheath
And there in the coldness of space you emerge
So soft, warm and waiting and stirring my urge
Our mouths meet so hotly, so vaccuum-like urgent
Your eyes melt in yielding, so pleading so needing
Your face it is flushed and the blood to it rushed
Your neck seems so swan-like, so downy with starlight
And my lips have to go there
In the cool light star glare
Drinking
Softness
Downward
Falling to earth
I awake in your arms
And you whimper so gently
Pulling me closer
And hugging me tightly
Still in your own
Unknown
Your nipples bore a hole of arousal
Into my chest - A message from your breast
Demanding my answer
Which I give with my vaccuum lips
To be answered by your thrusting hips
And in your unconscious sleeping brain
We make sweet love on the astral plane
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