Submissions by noctaro

Be careful with me, I am a foreigner.
Foreign to the spun-out bridges
and cavernous tunnels of your core
--a highway of loud, sweltering moans as I let my
tongue roam that most untouched part of your ear,
to the corners of your jaw, and, finally, the inside of your mouth.
I let your tongue move to the rhythm of mine,
two waves clashing into each other, forming an apex of desire.
Feel me,
let the roughness of your hands create friction against my skin. Let your heat meet mine.
I'm your hellhole.
Feel the inside of me scorch the outside of you,
as...

You smiled the first time
when I fell off a ladder;
when I chased dogs and horses
and got trampled on by the latter.

You smiled the second time
when I drank a bottle of dew--
with crickets, grasshoppers
. . .well, to name a few.

You smiled the third time
Oh, your teeth were truly flawless
that I ended up gazing,
and drooling in the process.

And when you smiled the fourth time,
I wished you, too, had an ill bearing--
so you'd mindlessly misplace
that band of vow that you were wearing.

It was a dream.
It was.

When you held me in your arms;
a sweet minute of slumber
and abated fallacy.
When you looked at me
with digestive eyes; I guess
never was I impervious.
When you planted
a damp kiss: Illusion's flower
and saw me off.

It was a dream.

When you sighed into my ear
a madness so warm yet
so morosely beautiful. (I...)

It was a dream.

When you drove under the stars
above asphalt black and cold,
on that crying night of June. (Save...)

It was a dream.

When I watched...

Annie,
oh Annie!
You pretend to be a friend.
Funny,
it's funny--
I'd miss you now and then.
Really,
I'm weary--
you'd see me "only when."
So Annie,
cruel Annie,
this fondness I better end.

Swish.
A shifted stare,
I breathe an inaudible gasp.
Swish.
Brown thread, white thread;
What is this lump in my throat?
Swish, swish.
A silence almost morose,
You walk past so morbidly.
Wish.
"I held back!" I piffle,
smothered by my own triumph.
Wish.
And with abrupt longing, I trudge
on the outskirts of Regret.