Oh! I recall
your perfect restraint.
Sitting back on that leather,
your hands at extremes.
Oh! How I loved
the scent of your neck.
My tongue caged by teeth
longing for a taste.
Oh, you inspired me
re-created my senses.
Your aesthetic ideals
burned into my mind.
Oh! I learned
from dictated desires.
The way to your passion,
if never your heart.
Oh! Your intensity
and visceral leanings.
Exposed me, and ate me
took me apart.
Oh! How I miss
your hands on my longing.
The seat of all wanting
aflame to your touch.
Oh! Such experience
a man of all things.
Take off your shirt,
let me taste you again.
Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 1:25 PM UTC
Oh! I recall
your perfect restraint.
Sitting back on that leather,
your hands at extremes.
Oh! How I loved
the scent of your neck.
My tongue caged by teeth
longing for a taste.
Oh, you inspired me
re-created my senses.
Your aesthetic ideals
burned into my mind.
Oh! I learned
from dictated desires.
The way to your passion,
if never your heart.
Oh! Your intensity
and visceral leanings.
Exposed me, and ate me
took me apart.
Oh! How I miss
your hands on my longing.
The seat of all wanting
aflame to your touch.
Oh! Such experience
a man of all things.
Take off your shirt,
let me taste you again.
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