- Erotic Poetry
- Lit a Match on Your Zipper
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Ain't no maybe in the way
I'm all messed up in you
never mind little things
like promises
and rings
ritual virtues that define
who I'm supposed to belong to
My moral standing is lying down
reveling in the weight of you
resisting my writhing
restraining the inferno within
oxygen regulation unrelenting
hoarse demands
bidding me
to burn
slow
The sweat in your eyes
the blood in your veins
are listening to me
hiss and spit
searing heresy
blasphemes upon every deity
dwelling from heaven to hell
You savor every inch
of my sin
broken and free
these sordid desires
salvation in flame
singing flesh
the barely controlled blaze
raging under slick, greedy skin
bursts into wildfire
yielding no escape
in this conflagration
of nails, teeth
molten wet
pounding
need
Licking wounds
that will leave their marks
murmurs and rumbles
of the sated
tang of our transgressions
on my tongue
drunk on temptation
skin plastered to skin
whispering a salty prayer
entreating
please
come
taste my sin
again
- COMMENTS
champagne1982over 3 years agothe forge fire as your words made me ready for the smith's hammer.
Anonymousover 3 years agoWell done Callie! I much enjoyed reading it. :-)
~ Angie
Levitating_Bedover 3 years agoAin't no maybes here at all, this is hot as a match head.
And the crowd goes Y K K !
And the crowd goes Y K K !
