Do you perceive me....with demure heated gaze,
embracing the planes of your features,
built with the precision of my minds eye.
It is clouded by repressed touch,
hidden words---
the agonized whispers that are never to caress the drum of your ear.
Do you know what I see in my delirium?
A hooded impenetrable stare, beckoning
nakedness.
Mouth slightly serious with secret mirth, capable.
The strength and ability to render me weak-kneed,
pliably wettened from the stolen apple of Eden.
Even still my contemplation, my study of him becomes bolder.
Your ignorance of me leaves me unslacked,
thirst spreads from mere sight,
to thought,
to obsession.
I..imagine...no,no...I live,
replaying a wanton fabricated dream.
The taste of you is likened to spiced nectar,
hands bared, primitively splayed along flesh,
exploring, penetrating.
In the midst I finally hear the words,
confessing--
You live in the same dream.
May 10, 2012
May 10, 2012 at 5:54 PM UTC
Do you perceive me....with demure heated gaze,
embracing the planes of your features,
built with the precision of my minds eye.
It is clouded by repressed touch,
hidden words---
the agonized whispers that are never to caress the drum of your ear.
Do you know what I see in my delirium?
A hooded impenetrable stare, beckoning
nakedness.
Mouth slightly serious with secret mirth, capable.
The strength and ability to render me weak-kneed,
pliably wettened from the stolen apple of Eden.
Even still my contemplation, my study of him becomes bolder.
Your ignorance of me leaves me unslacked,
thirst spreads from mere sight,
to thought,
to obsession.
I..imagine...no,no...I live,
replaying a wanton fabricated dream.
The taste of you is likened to spiced nectar,
hands bared, primitively splayed along flesh,
exploring, penetrating.
In the midst I finally hear the words,
confessing--
You live in the same dream.
