“i have something to tell you”
she whispered
i looked at her and could tell
exactly what was on her mind
her words were written all over her
like a third grade chalkboard
etched with multiplication tables
her eyes were glossy
and the only bit of color in her face
was within her cheeks
she looked as if her lunch was about to come
right up into her lap
her fingers were writhing
her eyes were roaming around the room
holding the worry that consumed her
she told me that she had never in her life
been so in love with someone
and that she was afraid
not afraid of me hurting her
but afraid of her hurting
because if there was nothing
in life that she gathered
the lesson would still remain that
she would always
get hurt
she would always cry
she would always break
eventually
i gently took my hand
to the side of her rosy cheek
and croaked,
with what seemed like cotton in my throat
and liquid coals in my eyes,
“i know”
she looked into my eyes
and i into hers
in the way that only lovers do
and with our lips pressed together,
her hand passionately grabbing
the back of my head, gathering
fistfuls of my hair as if it were anchoring
her to the harbor of clarity and understanding,
with my hands gripping her hips
as if to steal her away from the
atmosphere for a minute,
we sealed our fate
as libidinous lovers
(but also ingenuous best friends)
k.n
Jul 28, 2013
Jul 28, 2013 at 5:49 PM UTC
give me the pleasure of knowing
that i can please you in ways that not even you can
i want to detain your innermost secrets
i want to become more familiar with your body than you are
tell me your favorite fingers
let’s discover your favorite toy
i want to know which spot makes you shiver
i want to know which spot makes you moan
i want to know exactly what type of stroke makes you shake
i want to know which spot makes
your eyes
your hips
your head
roll
so that i know precisely when to roll you over
and vivaciously assault you from behind
while i croak romantic entities
and watch them travel down the notches of your spine
and wrap themselves around your earlobes
and curl their exclamatory hands around your throat
and reach around your body
and diligently massage your ****
while the planes of your forearms give out
due to the weariness of supporting not only your body
but also the head on your shoulders
whirring with the fact that this moment is almost
too large for you
just like the member pumping
in and out of you is
and just like that member
these moments were at first
difficult to swallow
let me stop
and take a moment to admire the way sweat
gives your curves a flattering spotlight
and provides the candles in the room more reason to
applaud and reach their crowns in the air
almost as if to detach themselves from
their own wax and join us
in order to extinguish
the fire deep within themselves
by allowing me to drown them in their own juices
just as you have
i want to admire the way sheets of sweat
glaze your skin
in the same way your juices glaze
your opening
let me enter you
as you pucker your mouth
bite your lip
and beg for more
i want to know exactly what makes you
denounce me to the dirtiest of things
give me a title only worn by those wearing sweat
and exhalations
scream my name
pull those eyebrows together
and spread those legs further apart
and let the part of me
that isn’t me
(but is me)
deeper inside of you
let me carry you to ******
afterwards i'll lean down and bury my mouth
between your legs
and taste what meal your supplementary pair of lips
have prepared for me
i want to digest my libidinous progress
and mount this triumph in my heart
as the first of many
powerfully lecherous
conquered temptations
k.n
Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 7:56 AM UTC
tangled in sheets
that scream
their passion
as loudly
and as
lustfully
as you do
k.n
Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 12:49 AM UTC
let's make fluid poetry with our bodies
worthy of even the deepest sighs
make me tell you a story
of exclamations
and semicolons
guide my body
as you do a pen
into whispering commas
dashes
and ellipses
k.n
Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 12:44 AM UTC
I never really knew which I desired more,
The warmth of your breath
as it snuggled itself into the fibers
of the cotton shirt
lustfully pushed above my naval
Or the fervent lipstick stains
dancing across my inner thighs,
making villages on the chest
that heaved
and rattled
with every new-coming tenant,
outlined in the juice that hardly coated
the arid chamber that
held your rigid objections
and lecherous testimony
k.n
Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 12:30 AM UTC