Midnight whispers,
Born on the sway of summoned winds, that
Ache....
Oh how they ache... unfolding quivers spilling
Upon opaline skin,
Their threads of gold, quickening,
Tasting slow moans surging...
Where lips, cradle flesh too fragile for hands,
Moving beyond the trembles, intertwined,
Tangled,
Tasting breathes, smooth, into a warmth of
Tongue-strokes that adorn,
Rose petals, delicately
Drowning in an oasis of silken desire...
Burn me deep, a pulse rage of panther silk,
Tasted naked,
Beyond the kiss that devours your lips,
The manacle of your hunger;
Drinks fervour from my eyes
As I take you inside,
Deeper...
Deeper beyond the intoxication of our insomniac thunder..
The scribe of your tongue
Glistens,
Spreading the curve of my thighs;
The savage vein dripping
Branding my yearn;
I savour the wet of us, the nectar of rapture that
Trickles from corners of my smile,
Begging your taste in unspoken plea's...
The Grail of my release, a hum on your tongue's tip,
Stained in this estrus of dreams,
Wild in the burning hours;
Where you swallow me eternal;
Undulating in velvet currents,
Our bodies bleed into one,
Your heartbeat,
Resting eternally between my hands..........
Aug 16, 2012
Aug 16, 2012 at 4:25 PM UTC
Midnight whispers,
Born on the sway of summoned winds, that
Ache....
Oh how they ache... unfolding quivers spilling
Upon opaline skin,
Their threads of gold, quickening,
Tasting slow moans surging...
Where lips, cradle flesh too fragile for hands,
Moving beyond the trembles, intertwined,
Tangled,
Tasting breathes, smooth, into a warmth of
Tongue-strokes that adorn,
Rose petals, delicately
Drowning in an oasis of silken desire...
Burn me deep, a pulse rage of panther silk,
Tasted naked,
Beyond the kiss that devours your lips,
The manacle of your hunger;
Drinks fervour from my eyes
As I take you inside,
Deeper...
Deeper beyond the intoxication of our insomniac thunder..
The scribe of your tongue
Glistens,
Spreading the curve of my thighs;
The savage vein dripping
Branding my yearn;
I savour the wet of us, the nectar of rapture that
Trickles from corners of my smile,
Begging your taste in unspoken plea's...
The Grail of my release, a hum on your tongue's tip,
Stained in this estrus of dreams,
Wild in the burning hours;
Where you swallow me eternal;
Undulating in velvet currents,
Our bodies bleed into one,
Your heartbeat,
Resting eternally between my hands..........
How gently the breeze of your presence reaches through the shadowed moonlight...... holding me in a place so far away from this distance.....in that place where dreams were born....the hands of yesterday brush my image on a pallette of time...........as your eyes see me reborn ........ J
