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Geography
The scorching summer heat steeps
her chamber - layers of brick and mortar -
stagnant in a late orchid dusk,
and the way black silk envelops
her hills and valleys, and cauterized trails
wind runic and free across her lands carries in
a need to get lost in her geography.
Her dress is the sun's graceful descent,
dripping below the horizon of her hips -
unveiling a kiss of bronze and fuchsia;
I'm begging for storms.
A spark connects us, and for a moment, we
are the rain. Drops turn to beads turn to
a downpour, a clamorous embrace, trading
tongues and cries of electric emotion.
My fever pitches, rolling in a gale of
gasps and moans. She's a tempest, and I'm sliding my way into
her core - a passage built for temptation -
I'm cast into a spin of tight grips and heavy breathing.
I let my hands wander over her fields and valleys,
in all hopes to quell the fire rising inside, and it isn't
long before I sail over the edge of the Earth,
falling into the gentle darkness of her sheets -
an empty void until the brink of dawn.
her chamber - layers of brick and mortar -
stagnant in a late orchid dusk,
and the way black silk envelops
her hills and valleys, and cauterized trails
wind runic and free across her lands carries in
a need to get lost in her geography.
Her dress is the sun's graceful descent,
dripping below the horizon of her hips -
unveiling a kiss of bronze and fuchsia;
I'm begging for storms.
A spark connects us, and for a moment, we
are the rain. Drops turn to beads turn to
a downpour, a clamorous embrace, trading
tongues and cries of electric emotion.
My fever pitches, rolling in a gale of
gasps and moans. She's a tempest, and I'm sliding my way into
her core - a passage built for temptation -
I'm cast into a spin of tight grips and heavy breathing.
I let my hands wander over her fields and valleys,
in all hopes to quell the fire rising inside, and it isn't
long before I sail over the edge of the Earth,
falling into the gentle darkness of her sheets -
an empty void until the brink of dawn.
Published 13th Feb 2014
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13th Feb 2014 7:48pm
I'm praying for storms ;). That was my favorite part.
Sweet piece, Envoy! So far so good.
Sweet piece, Envoy! So far so good.
13th Feb 2014 8:02pm
Ahhh, I'm glad you caught that, I was afraid I was being too subtle ;)
As always, thank you very much, Madi! I'll try to keep up :)
As always, thank you very much, Madi! I'll try to keep up :)
