Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Poetry: He said She said



I feel your breath as you slip from my lips,
Crazed tiger that arches her hips.
Pressure to pleasure you caress my skin,
Electric you volt as I drink you in.
You are fine wine…






As you bit yours I bite your lips,
You try to grab hold, I grab your wrists.
With eyes closed you see no escape,
Your smile grows, you are insatiate.
Your body is mine…



Slave to my grip I pull you closer,
Steady your hips its almost over.
Linguist that speaks to your swollen river,
In bliss as your current pulls me under.
You are divine…





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From the depths of despair,
Your kiss kills me back to life.
I grab hold of your hair,
Frenzied, I twist and I writhe.
Your touch is sublime…





I petition for you to stop with my silent ‘please’,
I position closer and beg you to devour me.
Frustrated anxiety won’t allow me to breathe,
I am crazy as you speak into me.
Our lips are entwined…






Come closer as I try to smother you,
Consume my soul for what you’re about to do.
End this misery that is total ecstasy,
I am the master of this slavery.
Just one more time… 
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