from Celebrations of the Body, Celebrations of the Heart

Laura Pendell:

OBLIVION

They slide into each others arms,

the familiar, the known,

what is safe.

Their lips touch tentatively,

and then

the kiss deepens as they open

to each other.

He takes her hand

placing it on his hard penis.

She slides her fingers

up and down the silken shaft,

taut and stiff and tipped in velvet,

knowing that soon

it will find its way

into her depths

once she is wet and receptive. 

But for now she asks him

to put his mouth to her breasts,

take her nipples one at a time, 

tease them gently

sending a shock wave

of pleasure to the softness,

the watery place

between her legs,

that pulses invitation.

The stars reach from the skies

to embrace them both

as they reach also and explore

each other’s body,

hands running along skin,

skin rippling, sliding,

inflaming and engorging them both.

When at last he enters her, she rises

to meet him and they rock together,

slowly at first, then like storm clouds

gaining energy,

the sky breaks apart,

another blue star is created

in the Milky Way and in that moment

all is forgotten,

all the ills of the world are healed,

it is oblivion.

And it is good.