- Erotic Poetry
- This is what I mean
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Fingerprint bruises on my hips
From when you grabbed me used me pulled me
Again again and more
My lips
Bit bloody between grinning teeth
And
these are gifts you give to me:
The crescent moon of your hand
Pressed underneath my jaw
Head tilted back and
Howling like a wolf
Both of us
awestruck and
Wailing
Wrestling
fighting flailing to press the other into sheets
Sweat soaked and straining
The love we make is no frail thing
That wilts and crumbles in the heat
And in the rumbling growl that keeps coming from
deep
deep
deeper
No, goddammit, I want you deeper
than that
I hear the thunder, taste the rain
The lightning strike of pain when palm meets skin
And leaves me blushing rose red with thin snow white outlines
Clean and Sharp as fingernails that left behind their marks
On your back and
With all of this
There’s no room left for thought
And so it is: What you want, you’ve got
to take
And take
And Take It in
Until it overflows
And spills back out again
In screams
And cries
And we collapse and lie,
Gathered in each other’s arms
- COMMENTS
DarkCountryover 5 years ago"I hear the thunder, taste the rain" love and lust entwined as a storm. What a beautiful and satisfying painting with words.
