Drive
Wednesday, August 29, 2012 x 1:09 AM
Sultry. Experimental.
Please avoid reading on if you are--or prefer to be--in the younger audience.
Be careful with me, I am a foreigner.
Foreign to the spun-out bridges
and cavernous tunnels of your core
--a highway of loud, sweltering moans as I let my
tongue roam that most untouched part of your ear,
to the corners of your jaw, and, finally, the inside of your mouth.
I let your tongue move to the rhythm of mine,
two waves clashing into each other, forming an apex of desire.
Feel me,
let the roughness of your hands create friction against my skin. Let your heat meet mine.
I'm your hellhole.
Feel the inside of me scorch the outside of you,
as we move against each other, limbless, skin slapping skin.
Look at me, a rising action, then a climax, as you let out the greatest souvenir of your love.
Kiss me. Kiss me and let your warmth radiate to me--a last reminder that it was real
--as I close my eyes through the falling action.Labels: mature, poetry
