Intimacy

A poem by Dan Standing

Our hips touch.
Your skin kisses mine,
Our flesh merging.
So warm, so wonderful.
Within minutes my hip bone is yours
And vice versa.
My left leg – your right leg.
A central big toe
With eight little piggies.
I can feel you now
All of you.
We each lose an arm to this magic,
Our shoulders one.
Our breasts shift,
One above the other,
Mine next to yours.
My pussy glistens for you.
Yours does for me.
I feel your fingers upon your mons
Teasing me.
Our cheeks so close
I smell you.
Us.
We wanted to be inseparable.
I squeeze my breast
And you coo.
We are one.
Always.