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jinsays
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&mbsp;Charges surge sharply,
floor bottoms out beneath shaking legs,
and I grasp anything tangible on Earth
to find cover,
as the sky falls down
in gauzy wonder, around
my dazzled mind.

His tongue appropriates resistance in tones
according to affected heartbeats' climactic delivery-
thunderous percussion infiltrates bloodstreams,
tidal waves rush hungrily forth to devour,
to toss me thoughtlessly into tantalizing abyss,
a desecrated mess, without a second glance.

Hypnotic strokes simmer fast the blazes,
kindled into fiery liquid sensations,
and I am rapidly dissipating.

Adept fingers delve; implore,
Seek to find stores of
splendid honey, I feel the
gush down shuddering legs
in incinerating ribbons, and
he scoops rivulets,
holds drenched my offering
to his lusty mouth.

"This is how you taste to me. . ."
then he kisses me. . .
I whimper against his mouth;
inflamed.

I pray my body doesn't betray
some disobedience;

but with one more kiss,

I forget all resistance. . .

Now I want him to
invade me;
consume my being with
rapacious hunger,
so I kiss back-
an appeal,
mutter he take what spoils
covet the victor, without mercy,
Unrelenting.

He's amused by my wantonness,
as I beg . . .

"Just please? You know what I need."

Laughing at my surrender,
without pause he plunges then
into the cusp of
responding essence,
ever marauding, ever conquering,
And the war has been won,
I am his captor,
glory be. . .

Balance shifts again as
we find rhythm; absorbed,
I am merging, evaporating. . .
free falling in his space,
alighting detonated
in star gilded splendor,
his masculine winds soothe
my battle-worn face. . .

I pray he hold on tight,
keep hands on quivering
form somewhere.

Weakened, resigned
to a state beyond defense
or redemption,
every particle of being soaks;
filters into him finally;

I feel myself slowly melt away.


 

  

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AnonymousAnonymousover 15 years ago
Nice Poem

This poem is mentioned in today's New Poem Review in the Poetry Feedback & Discussion forum. Thanks for the read!

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