This is an oldie but a goodie.
To lay a fingertip on unknown flesh,
To feel around with nothing but a need for a sense of relief
Gliding along smoothly, freshly polished marble.
Unique in every way, veins profusely protruding,
so flexible to your touch (musn't be rough or they will hide).
I want to see them, on a white chalkboard,
Drawing me in the right direction. Downward.
To his beating cage. Oh how it beats.
Oh, how mine beats in compliance.
Hormones multiplying. Instinct ridicule morality.
Blood richer, pumping faster.
The chamber of love does not struggle to keep up.
The speed of our bodies.
The need of our bodies.
I no longer want to be deprived of this,
don't tease... please...
The warmth of the sheets is no longer necessary,
as they roll along to the foot of the bed.
Our heat is overwhelming. Heat!
Sweat! Pores no longer resist.
No more resisting... you are my desire!
Bring me home, lie me to sleep.
Tuck me in and thank you for tonight.
No more secrets only fulfilled desires.
To be continued when I awake.
Written Sept. 12 2006
2 comments:
This is definately a goodie!! It's so difficult sometimes to express moments such as these in words. I like how this piece can be interpreted in diff. ways- it can be applied to different situations- you give the reader smtn to imagine, a sence of freedom for him/her to feel.
I loved this!! You define pleasurable moments without the common descriptions of sex. And the whole heart beating in compliance.. wow.
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