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make me yours

there’s a lustful silence between

you and i,

an echo filling space

beween us,

rapidly expanding and pulsating

as we hold our breath

and try to push it away.

reverberating,

it draws us closer,

inexplicably,

your eyes search mine as

mine search yours,

lips close enough to breathe in

our salty passion

and inhale ignited desire.

caught in this carnal updraft,

your mouth seizes mine, gently,

then all at once devours me

with the drive of a insatiable tiger,

falling deliriously into

bliss.

melting into you,

i disappear,

fading not away,

but toward an encompassing

sensual current to which

only your lips carry me.

lost in your sea,

i throw my head back

and sink beneath the waves,

willingly,

yearning to feel every

drop of you upon my entire body,

denying myself nothing;

immersing myself completely

as together we

toss ourselves amidst the

lustful waves which swell

with each caress,

growing rougher and more

frenzied.

i open my eyes,

deep beneath surging waves

and stare into yours

as a lamb before slaughter,

whispering, into your parched and greedy lips,

three words…

“make me yours..”


this

soft lips martyr each other,

inflicting torturous passion

battling through inhibitions.

escaping tongues abscond with

territory not their own

yet intimately known.

fervent breaths echo

between us,

our chests rising, falling

together,

an unabated rhythm

as we cling to one another,

my nails dig into your wickedly

prominent shoulders as you

claim me.

hips cavort to ancient rhythms

up,

down,

legs hopelessly tangled together,

losing ourselves down

this

rabbit hole of

ecstasy.

kiss me as you scream

while your body shudders

as the crescendo claims you.

let me take you,

my hair hanging around your face,

lips pressed against yours,

surrendering to this imminent

ardor,

destined for rapture.

as i shudder,

swallow my scream,

my dear,

hold me close.

as i spiral downward,

caress me as i explode in your arms.

i want you…

i want

this.


ravishment

dusky sky soars overhead

clouds slip along

orange flame sinks beneath the depths

of salted oceanic water.

in this misty opaque world

we sit.

a wish whispered in

the near darkness

sent on the back of the

desert wind

captured by a cloud,

carried to your heart

from mine.

a dream brimming with

throbbing desire tantamount

to breathing –

a cardinal desire –

sinful, lustful,

a languishing requisite for

your caress,

your fingers slipping under my

gown  as we

sink further

beneath the sensual waves

of a lustful ocean.

it is here we find ourselves

drowning in desperate

ravishment,

gasping for breath

impervious to all else.

here…

we find bliss.


beautiful vortex

let’s dance,

you and i.

find ourselves at the

edge of a precipice

painted with the colours of

a rainbow.

waltz dangerously toward

the empty space just

beyond.

take my hand.

kiss me.

hold me.

don’t let go.

let’s dance,

you and i.

out of our

old miserable lives

and right into

our very own

beautiful vortex.


bound

outstretched hands, arching backs,

lips desperate to brush against one another,

aching hips longing to meet one another

yet again.

frozen in time, trapped hundreds of miles

apart.

trapped in boxes of morality…

which we have built for ourselves,

boxes in which society would have us

stay

lest they gasp

as we burst free,

clinging to one another

in an explosion of passion unseen of before.

lost in wave after wave of lust,

not caring at all who sees us.

yet knowing we must care.

knowing that even in this

we are forced to be wary.

still we break free

gasping for air,

finding solace only within

each other’s arms

and hearts.