Night time has fallen,
as we collapse after hours
snaked about our naked body parts
while a bottle of cab sits empty in its ice.

In silence, I pull you towards me
to taste your sweaty sweetness—
Heat flows from your toes to your mind.

Sweet moans blended with cabernet,
outside rain falls upon closed windows:
beside places we made love—

Once on our treetops
once in circles around sofas
once on a stairwell
once on that heaven we called ours.

Twice on your table
falling into bed upon shimmering sheets
pulling one another close
over and over and over again.

I’d lie anywhere with you,
borders bare naked,
if you keep serving me wine
and continue your tantric touching

in places that have never seen day’s light—
on empty paths before of us
stealing our bodies

until we are zip-lined into that reality
that eventually tears us apart.

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Diana Raab, PhD, is an award-winning memoirist, poet, blogger, speaker, and author of 10 books and is a contributor to numerous journals and anthologies.
Her two latest books are, "Writing for Bliss: A Seven-Step Plan for Telling Your Story and Transforming Your Life," and "Writing for Bliss: A Companion Journal."
Her poetry chapbook, "An Imaginary Affair," is due out in 2021 with Finishing Line Press.
She blogs for Psychology Today, Thrive Global, Sixty and Me, Good Men Project, and The Wisdom Daily and is a frequent guest blogger for various other sites.
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