She is consistent and particularly patient
when I am distant and purposely averting
the blue of her searing gaze.
I am not selfish, just fearful of extreme flame.
I cannot handle the heat all at once,
I need it in smaller doses.
On nights I feel local I try to relax,
try to enjoy her touch
soft and warm upon my neck,
hands like butter across my back
basting me with fingertips,
a slight sizzle of skin
like a pig on a spit
I keep spinning over her uniform heat,
the kind of heat I need in order to allow
the all of me to be prepared for her.
She's got me close to done.
Sep 26, 2011
Sep 26, 2011 at 12:01 AM UTC
She is consistent and particularly patient
when I am distant and purposely averting
the blue of her searing gaze.
I am not selfish, just fearful of extreme flame.
I cannot handle the heat all at once,
I need it in smaller doses.
On nights I feel local I try to relax,
try to enjoy her touch
soft and warm upon my neck,
hands like butter across my back
basting me with fingertips,
a slight sizzle of skin
like a pig on a spit
I keep spinning over her uniform heat,
the kind of heat I need in order to allow
the all of me to be prepared for her.
She's got me close to done.
what began entirely serious, turned into a bit of satire...
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