too many nights i spend out here
to gaze at the stars & navy blue sky
the darkness calls but i do not hear
the moon's brightness sights me & summons me to fly
and i give in
she grabs my neck with great care
my voicebox is grounded as if i spoke into a tin
canned she 's very quick with the hands her fingers swerve delicately as i stare
pay attention as she measures the contours of my body with her palms
with each glide & slide each line parallels
then with the tip of her finger she flawlessly navigates my thoughts
down came the sweat of bliss pleasure
our bodies connected like electrical currents
my blood circulation active like radioactive shockwaves
(xx_raphael)
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 1:22 PM UTC