Taste me
With every bud on your
Tongue
She reminded.
Every tiny
Tingling
Bud,
Savoring sweet.
Hear me,
She urged,
Every vibrant
Vibration
Rattling rhythmic.
Inhale me
With all of
The strength in your
Motivated lungs
She advised.
Let me linger
Lustfully
In the pillows.
See me.
Not the reflection
In your meloncholy eyes,
She warned.
And he knew what to do
When the time came
And he felt her
With each
And every
Nerve
In his body.
And he remembered her warmth.
And he knew what to do
When the tides turned.
And he knew what to do
When she told him
To miss her madly.
But he didn't know
What to do when
She was gone.
Dec 22, 2012
Dec 22, 2012 at 9:04 PM UTC
Taste me
With every bud on your
Tongue
She reminded.
Every tiny
Tingling
Bud,
Savoring sweet.
Hear me,
She urged,
Every vibrant
Vibration
Rattling rhythmic.
Inhale me
With all of
The strength in your
Motivated lungs
She advised.
Let me linger
Lustfully
In the pillows.
See me.
Not the reflection
In your meloncholy eyes,
She warned.
And he knew what to do
When the time came
And he felt her
With each
And every
Nerve
In his body.
And he remembered her warmth.
And he knew what to do
When the tides turned.
And he knew what to do
When she told him
To miss her madly.
But he didn't know
What to do when
She was gone.