every time you touch me
the skin blanketing me screams,
a babe newly out the womb.
only air - no sound escapes -
in breaths
breaths
panting breaths!
just fingertips
grazing
now
they climb,
venturing
to
unexplored curves.
every time you touch me
you leave invisible singes glow;
a masochistic craving for more.
wanton wanting, eager to please
in exchange for pleasure.
your flavour dribbles
spiralling pirouettes across our tongues.
now, not now, and now.
! l i v e i n t h e m o m e n t !
for you know this moment
will soon be mere memory,
replayed, looping a single track.
the scene that plays behind your eyelids
as the curtains fall before slumber.
enjoy and savour his touch;
every time you touch me
vines intertwine between my toes
flames burn the nape of my neck.
curl, curl, curl, writhe,
a gurgle of a moan.
a rarity of intimacy,
the time of now comes not.
it's back to the waiting room,
doodling in a notepad,
solving sudoku problems
in the back of my mind.
procrastinate the longing,
begging is desperation.
sickly, the wait invigorates,
a catalyst of passionfruit!
Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 9:54 AM UTC
every time you touch me
the skin blanketing me screams,
a babe newly out the womb.
only air - no sound escapes -
in breaths
breaths
panting breaths!
just fingertips
grazing
now
they climb,
venturing
to
unexplored curves.
every time you touch me
you leave invisible singes glow;
a masochistic craving for more.
wanton wanting, eager to please
in exchange for pleasure.
your flavour dribbles
spiralling pirouettes across our tongues.
now, not now, and now.
! l i v e i n t h e m o m e n t !
for you know this moment
will soon be mere memory,
replayed, looping a single track.
the scene that plays behind your eyelids
as the curtains fall before slumber.
enjoy and savour his touch;
every time you touch me
vines intertwine between my toes
flames burn the nape of my neck.
curl, curl, curl, writhe,
a gurgle of a moan.
a rarity of intimacy,
the time of now comes not.
it's back to the waiting room,
doodling in a notepad,
solving sudoku problems
in the back of my mind.
procrastinate the longing,
begging is desperation.
sickly, the wait invigorates,
a catalyst of passionfruit!
age 16
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