Under The Moon Above

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Coming closer beneath a watchful observer
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the pale skinned peeping tom,
draped on the dark-blue blanket
above the late hour's witness,
lets his blurred view wander

the staring eye follows deep into the shrubs
as the clock tower chimes twice,
the night, matured and ripe,
time to pick its fruit

caught between twigs and leaves,
human made foliage whirls down,
a quick glance, slow exploration
two gravitate, close in, collide

no distance, but tangency
shared time, space, breath,
swevens of afore and after
unfocused by each touch

devoid of hunger and thirst
a third urge dominates their lips,
close contact conference,
no more words, but moans

appendages drift to the ground,
follow unmarked routes to
unknown places of interest,
domes, towers, gorges

a new moon rises above
a new laid tableland,
sinks, sets, stills, sways,
embrace without fingers

movement without travel,
to and fro, repetitive,
axial, rotary, oscillatory,
elevate, gyrate, thud

cylinder encircled,
envelope packed,
caution lost,
notion won

faster, harder, deeper,
again and again, in, out,
rubs nubs, tweaks peaks,
lips bitten, hips ridden

approach approval,
breath's breadth,
climbing climax,
deliverance delivered!

a riven, foggy curtain
draws modesty atop
the appetent glaze
of the beholder above.

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RiverMayaRiverMayaover 3 years ago
Allusion

Elegantly written allusion of physical love, a gorgeous piece.

29wordsforsnow29wordsforsnowalmost 4 years agoAuthor

Thanks for your comment, williamesquire.

I hope Jamiroquai will forgive me for twisting the name of their third album and use it for this lewd little experiment.

I'm actually a fan of the 'the journey is the reward'-idea, maybe that's why the climax fell a bit short for this couple's first time. I hope it's not too disappointing for now, but I'm sure those two will walk the path of lovemaking with more confidence over time.

tazz317tazz317almost 4 years ago
THE PEEPING PERV

witnesses the act of intercourse with all foreplay noted. TK U MLJ LV NV

williamesquirewilliamesquirealmost 4 years ago

I like the way you allude to sex. The line "movement without travel" grabbed me, it nicely characterizes sex.

The climax moment didn't really excite me though, but I suppose its a pretty subjective thing.

I like your work.

29wordsforsnow29wordsforsnowalmost 4 years agoAuthor

Thanks for this interesting question, Asirenn. Up till now I didn't see the simile of moon <-> eye of the creator. Quite an inspiring thought. I think I let this idea revolve a bit in my head.

My subtle feeling about this was more like Cupido looking down to see if his little plots turn out well. The rose-colored Eye of Seduction taking a glimpse, then moving on to the next newly fallen in love.

I'm not too fond of the idea of 'all knowing, all seeing, all the time'. I think our human like gods, or vice versa?, are like we are, bored after some time, looking for some new distraction. Hence, the rise and set of sun and moon.

Once again, thanks for your feedback, it made me ponder about my own scribbling.

Hope you like the 'sequels' as well, referring to some other eyes.

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