By Galadrial
Date: 2001 Jul 12
Comment on this Work
[[2001.07.12.09.11.18306]]

moment

you've tasted the words,
wrapped yourself in the simmering smoke
of my bluest dreams
passion so profound
you have almost tasted me
on the paper.

and now you look at me
as if you have already peeled
satin and lace from my breasts,
removed that ritual bit of fabric,
symbolic virginity
that is all that keeps us apart.

the part of you that yearns,
pulses, seeks the warm
grinding hard against me,
turning me to something mercurial
yes, flesh---
but something liquid hot
that will gather around you,
enwrap
engulf,
and draw you into my body
hold you tendernear,
and then turn into something
never tamed,
not domestic
and wholly consuming
while you search for a way
to live in my skin
for just
one
moment
longer...