two cherries on one stem

in the dimness of a candlelight
the restless spirits in the night
nothing beyond or between them
come together like two cherries on one stem

steam rises from the intensity
desire's uncontrolled propensity
of passion unleashed with abandon
they grope for anything to place a hand on

reaching feeling touching
breaching kneeling clutching

their sweat laced bodies glisten in the dim light
as they work to fulfill their delight
over and over they as they try to get it right
as their bodies lift spin toss into flight

feeling the sweet rush of flow from their bodies
and the climatic saturation of which it embodies
they slide back and forth recoiling to reach deeper
hot wet kisses shared tongue twisting to reap her

sliding quivering arching
gliding delivering searching

striving for perfect rapture
desparately they try to recapture
searching in the other to complete
that unshaking feeling only to repeat

they lay collapsed next to each other
soon thinking if there will be another
session of intimacy removed from solitary
of the juicy nourishing bite of the cherry