A Thought for Every Word

Posts tagged ‘lust’

Consummation (NC17)

Fingers reach to brush the crest
of hardened nipples on silken chests,
and warm is the touch of flesh on flesh.

Voices meet in darkened spaces
to share secret dark erotic wishes,
and soft is the sound of a whispered yes.

Mouths open and breath sits still
on lively tongues wet saliva spilled,
and sweet is the taste of the driven kiss.

Bold eyes lock and stare
with unspoken words that fill the air,
and glorious is the sight of naked passion.

Bodies ache and arch unbidden
as they move to determined rhythm,
and driven is the crescendoed obsession.

Possessed by our desired cage
accepting the fate of our majestic rage,
and blissful is the prurient surrender.

Emanation (Adult -NC17)

Bodies lust painted
Shimmering puddles of semen
Resplendent armor

Bonded lovers cry
Vocal chords strained weary
Night sings triumphant

Spent dicks faltering
Savoring sweet effusion
A twitch on a thread

Glancing beneath sheets
Moan stains on crimson passion
Lost words of pleasure

Clinging hands hasten
Clutching retreating biceps
Sated and content

His Lover (NC17)

He breaths me in

with his whiskey words

taking my saliva with him

 

He turns his head

and I see the purple scar

where a rope kissed him

 

His deeds my deeds

we share the heated stares

wrapped in me and him

 

His cock tips and bows

before me like a subject

I am King to him

 

Unbidden Tears

You come to me and take my hand

gazing furtively over your shoulder

the shadow whisperers that follow

are hidden in secret doorways

 

Brushing your lips on my brow

pensive furrowed mouth speaks

low and comforting words

of babble to my anxious ears

 

I love you tumbles out and drops

on concrete steps to shatter

and splatter a million drops

covering your expensive shoes

 

The deed is done in dark alleys

watched by shadow whisperers

overheard by black crows

that fly and squawk the truth

 

Ours is not the light of day

to linger in and be seen

by those whose tongues

would loose arrows that sting

 

The sun touches the sky

your hand releases mine

and you turn and walk away

wiping shoes on pressed trouser cuffs