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By Unknown Submitted by KindredSpirit Date: 2011 May 28 Comment on this Work [[2011.05.28.02.03.481]] |
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my body is sore, certain parts certain fingers, and an arm, my waist my heart the fatigue comes in waves as i move my muscles, and i hear your moans from the previous night as i pass my bed on the way to my chair to write down how your beauty settled, pressing me against the couch how my clothes unfolded to shapes on the floor beside you. how you touched me! later i stood you in the dwindling light of day, in that room, behind you, slowly removing, and slowly revealing your flesh, the perfect hips that bloomed from your jeans like a moon-flower, your back springing up to support your breasts, full taught with passion, and then soon we were like sugar cubes in water, in the dark of my bedroom! your hair curling, i swear before my eyes! the muscles in your neck stiff as you looked toward the window heaving your air, laying upon me your breasts in dim light, nipple as comet burning my imagination, spurring my body to press against you more and more you coming hard, like crystal falling down shelves, silence, then panting, then silence then gasping, and your form so perfect against mine, and i wanted more than your eyes and flesh on me, more than your heart bursting to keep pace i wanted to be the sweat on your body no, more than that i wanted more last night. i want to say more, but the world will have to stand in the dark and simply listen to this song of sexual-love to the orchestra tuning up, and the allegro, the cressendo the instruments being touched, blown into, caressed, vibrated all of it and not one motion will i talk of now, just listen, dear reader, just listen to the opera that her and i slam against the bed of night through those notes you'll find passionate figments, but the realness of her and myself, well that is for her and i. i can say in closing that her form was fire-moon perfect, her eyelashes a jungle from which her panther appetite waiting for my clothes to dissolve i miss touching the ocean inside of her tonight, and i cant wait till it happens again, and if not i have her here in these lines. yes, i wanted more, and perhaps i find it here in this poem. Author UNKNOWN |