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Deep May 2020
Sweat drenched bodies tangled snake
like, lips entwined like pair of swans.
One palm grasping the waist
Other holding the mound on chest
Like some ruthless dictator holding humanity.
Traverse on my body’s conduits, beloved!
Regale, relish, feast in its twists and turns,
And with your lips map the boundary
of your kingdom lying conquered in your bed.

With your mighty sword ravage
The territory of yours so long sealed,
Enter in it and let the din and moans to
not melt your heart. Be relentless
and unmerciful—press, pinch, bite,
Spike, goad, tease— make me beg then
Hurl like hurricane swirling in longing
and hunger, subdue only after taking me.

A night in your arms I want, beloved!
Gratify the five senses, bless me the bliss
of life this night. And with your
Measuring tape measure me inch by inch
Touch me those little places I haven’t
touched before, kiss me recklessly
And when you think its time enough
Then rain the seed of your love like farmer
Over my fecund body of field,
So that in time a flower of this
Night spring and wave and smile
in gentle breeze.

Only, a night in your arms I want, beloved!
A night in your arms is all I want!
Uncover me...
Strip me of my
Will to fold...
Make me naked before you...
And...
Let your breath lay me prostrate as you orchestrate your symphony upon me...
May your rhythm be pleased and encompass
My confessions upon this altar and devour me...
All of me...
And...
May the music of this moment fill the air with sweetness that is pleasing to the nostrils...
And promises to repeat this process becomes our affirmations...
And the residue..?
Let it rest upon us as we absorb each other's comfort...
illuminating our golden hue...
Glowing after the rapture of our passions...
That...
Whisper in the afterglow...
~SayDat~
He spoke and his words lit up in my eyes like diamonds...
Hmm...felt like a spark of life had been ignited...
Like...
I had walked in dark places all of my life...
He...
Turned on my light..
And...saw it in my eyes as I twinkled brighter than the stars that light up the darkest night...

He stared into my eyes and smiled...
He watched me...sigh...on the inside...
He spoke...
And every word that came from his mouth lightly touched my body like a cool breeze in the summer time...
You know...like...
kicking back with nice music and a  glass of cold lemonade...
In the shade...of course...
He relaxed me...
And I?...
I wanted more...
He spoke...
And his smooth sounds of wisdom drowned out the surround sound of blissful ignorance...
And I closed my eyes and listened...
I listened to every word and phrase that cut through the haze of *******...
You know those empty promises meant to sway me...
So many times I've watched words fall to the ground like dying fish gasping for air...
But... he?
Mmmph!
He came to deliver... And those words from his soul kissed my neck so softly...
It made my mind shiver...
Why is he doing this to me?
Can't he see that's my spot?...
I prayed...
Ohhh...I prayed he wouldn't stop because I would die if he dropped... the subject...
He spoke...
He caused my chest to rise and fall like I was in need of a breathing treatment...
He exercised my mind with his thought patterns...
And ooh!
My skin began to shine and I produced jewels across my forehead that he gladly received...
Mmm..
He also....
Gave jewels back to me....
He spoke...
His adjectives, nouns and verbs stimulated mountains...
And...peaks were revealed...
And conquered...
To tell you the truth he could have planted a flag to mark unchartered territory discovered...
Mmmph and I ....listened....to...every....single...word...
He spoke...
Like ocean waves riding tides before crashing onto shore..
His dissertations stimulated my awareness...
And caused my consciousness to breathe in deep..ly... And...
I tilted my head back... eyes closed,  and let His inspiration lead....
Me...
He knew I was listening...
I felt like I was in school again biting lip trying to take notes while listening...
Trembling...trembling like a fiend looking for her next hit....
Loving his diction...and though his disposition never predicted that I would become addicted...
I was...
I was intwined and he was fine with that...because I would not be the one that got away.
He...plays...for keeps...
And.
he wasn't into fish stories anyway...
He spoke....
Causing earthquakes and aftershocks from the wisdom he dropped!!...
Shattering richter scales!!..
And ooh!!
He broke...
Me..
Down...
And I knew...
I knew I would lose my grip.
But...he steadied me.
Held me close and smiled as I trembled...
Then he stopped talking...
And kissed my soul so deeply....
And.
I smiled....
as I tasted myself...
~Say Dat~
I hope you don't mind...
But.
I'd like to...
invite you...
to become one with my idle time...
So I can trace the outline...
of your divinity...
With a kiss...?
💋
~Say Dat~
ria Apr 2020
I want to be tongue tied with you,
Not the way you’d think.
Not stumbling over words we could only dream of how to pronounce,
Not stuttering over the phrase ‘I love you’,
Not spitting out each other’s names every time we reach a high.

I want to be in knots with you,
Tongues twisted into each other,
I want to drool with you.

I want every word to come out in mumbles,
I don’t want anyone to ever understand us.
(Then again, they never did.)

I want to feel disgusted with ourselves,
I want to taste your last meal,
And I don’t care what it was.

I want to inhale your exhale,
I want to tangle uvulas together.

Sick, isn’t it?
Revoltingly simple.

I want our teeth to clash,
I wouldn’t even complain if we chipped one.
(The government can pay for our fillings.)

I want to feel your every taste bud tasting mine.
I want to do a dna test with your spit,
Only to find out that we were past life lovers in each other’s bodies.

I want to scare everyone who dares to look our way,
We can mumble and groan like zombies.
We can grumble and moan like newlyweds.

I want to feel spit dripping down our chins,
I want to look stupid with you.

We can be all knotty,
Just slip yours into mine.

(Tongues, I mean.)
I wish to kiss you, to use my tongue as a painter would use a brush.
I long to write poems on your skin and trace verses on your heart,
To caress you as a sculptor smoothing out the edges.
Let me explore you. Just explore.
Without any thought of destination.
Just explore.
Wrote this feeling as I needed to release this somewhere.
Mitch Prax Apr 2020
Won't you fall
into my arms?
I can be your palace
or your shallow grave.
Mitch Prax Apr 2020
Your breath
was as warm as fire,
your kisses raw and relentless.
Your tongue went wild inside his mouth
as if its life had depended on the taste.
We had caved into each other-
a hunger we could not satisfy.
And while I searched
for ways to justify our sins,
you were already exploring all the places
upon me that had gone untouched
for far too long.
Poetic T Apr 2020
Unblemished kisses,
      woven upon her  fragrance.

I close my eyes and we connect,
            

                 I then pull away and giggle.

"Why are you laughing...

I can taste your toothpaste!!
           She blushes with a smile,

And we continue..
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