You make me ache, swell, where I
want you to dwell….
Teeth in lip, making me wet, hoping
your skin will damp as you feel me
drip, tick….
Flesh hot, can’t breathe, don’t
be gentle with me….
Fingers placed on my secrets yet
to be discovered…one by one….
uncoiling…me….
I flutter, utter, shall I call
your name as I ride high, head
back in a sigh?
Hair rainy, hazy, droplets on
your chest, pressed kisses….
Hands on thighs opening me wide,
make me sore, filling my core,
ripe, plush as I gush, ripping me
to shreds all around you….
Read my back, finger my tresses,
their dark stories waiting to be told….
Damage, crack me, bleed me till I cry…
Mask over lips, muffled as I ripple into you,
as we crash, bodies contorted, possessed….
We slap together in rhythm and rhyme,
hoping to collide….
We bathe in each others sea,
and I want to drown in you,
as you into me….
Brutal, bloodthirsty, we swim
in crimson….
In rips and tips, we become one
in skips of time and daydreams,
we will always have this, cryptic
spells that will never tell….
JMC813
This is a great representation of the spontaneous urgent abandon that embodies lust.
angelicdarkness70
Thank you John and I agree;)
smonaghan119
A poem that drives the theme of lust and desire. Very well written and descriptive, a visual journey of sin š And hell, sin can be quite a fun thing.
Sean
angelicdarkness70
Yes, sin can be quite fun…..LOL!!!