I Remember The Way That You Move…
Desperate
Hopeful
Regal
Proud
Pure in your desire to make me understand you…..
I do
The way you leaked your voice
Shared your soul
Opened up to me and let me see…You
Where you came from
Where you might go
What might await me should I wait…
I will
Imperfections
Unpolished
Raw
Just You….
Making my mouth water for Until…
My fingers here, imperfect and aching to tell everyone how perfectly not perfect you are..
My greed whispering in my ear, warning me not to share
The pulsing of muscles along my sides letting me know how deeply you have slipped beneath my skin
Cannot stop thinking of You…
Twisted, fingers gripped and white as I think of the way you felt when my lips took you in
Mouth wet and slippery, dominant until you arrived
How can I make anyone understand how right this is
The collision of doughy saltiness and ready to be taught palate
You and I….
I do
I will
Over and over again…
Just ask me, promise me, reward me, punish me, make me think…
I do
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2 comments:
The parting fabric suggests that heaven can't be too far below.
While my eyes trace the graceful curve of possibility, my lips move involuntarily, in response to these words; my tongue copying, caressing and slowly savoring each syllable, resisting the tidal urge forward; a suspended moment to last, to taste, a long, long time.
In your hands, it should be called Cha Bliss.
WtE
Winey,
Damn.....
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