• consuME

    by  • November 11, 2014 • * Safe for Work *, Waxing Poetic • 1 Comment

    I would like to wake up in the middle of the night,
    eyes still soggy from the pool of my dreams,
    and step outside, to the glimmering moon-beams.

    By some strange desire, without the slightest freight,
    I feel a prickling warmth starting to swim,
    Hot hard fingers slip into my sleeping skin.

    I feel a fever reaching, hungry and contagious,
    A velvet lava that splinters my delicate nerves,
    And around my thighs, glistens and slowly curves.

    Our beating hearts slam against these ribcages,
    wishing they could melt together in a burning kiss,
    to finally float, free in a smokey, ashy, airy bliss.

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    One Response to consuME

    1. fellow writer
      November 11, 2014 at 8:24 pm

      I like what u did with the title there..
      😉 great post too




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