Soft lips, soft hands, wet bodies, slow rhythms…
I give me, all of me, to You.
Stroke me like You Love me..Love me like You need me…just
for one night…
A wet rose sliding down my cleavage, my hands encircling
your waist, sliding lower…
Reach into the depths of my bruised heart…it’s dark down there. It’s dead…but Love me. Just this night.
Warm tongues probing, searching...entangled rhythms of
tales as old as time...withered wishes of worn fairytales
Fingers brush the warm wetness of open thighs…
Breathing heavily on sensitive tips…
An incestuous affair of pain and pleasure…tears glistening on the tips of pubic hairs...please…Love me…if only for one night…
Shadows on a bruised wall…arched backs, breathing in the
secret of night
Entangle me in the rich darkness that relaxes my soul
Light, a mirage of a rude awakening….drink deep my
bittersweet juices
Sinful traps of sorrowful tunes, Love my lonely lips till thorny crowns hover above a bleeding head
Winding waists...clawing fingers…come inside me…take me
slowly…yessss
Be with me, of me, by me…till You becomes Me and Me becomes
You in the powerful circle of…Good.
Love me. Just this night
Climax hovers on edges of that sweet, sweet atmosphere…
Grab my hair…breathe in my…you feel so good…
Higher and higher…faster and faster…images, a chorused blur
of Love tales, Love tunes…Love me…Just this night Love me
...and you, my friend, Nana Akosua, like 'the tin'. Great poem. Created a good mental image for me. MY best line? "A wet rose sliding down my cleavage" and "Fingers brush the warm wetness of open thighs…
ReplyDeleteBreathing heavily on sensitive tips…" NICE!!!