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Indifference
Ever thought about the limpness of her flesh
when she's tied and exhausted from being
sick and tired of being sick and tired of life
it's like touching her indifference
upon your bare hands.
She tires easily with dreamy eyes
that softly whispers
I love you
as his presence stirs her awakening
methodically
shifting her
from her state of numbness.
Inside eager and awaiting hands
she's destined to be
as she knows his love
tastes better upon her palate
when he's strumming upon her
from deep inside.
His fragile voyeur is sprawled
upon crispy sheets as she
sneaks peeks
as she speaks
beyond the realm of luminosity
in his eyes is where they motion
towards a beautifully rhythmic
and loving grind.
Unfolding in the depths of his need
he kneads her fragililty
to release the tension unseen
until she morphs into his lean frame
as he sets out to tame
the wilderness in her
that leaves him
slightly insane.
A long and ardent moment
caressing delicate emotions
exposed upon their bareness
as they're laid bare
expressing their devotion
in the depth of their cascading motion
of free flow.
Completely immersed in a steady burning fire
as he chisels his love upon her
fragmented psyche whilst perusing her
naked flesh with his fingertips and salubrious lips
before pounding her with shallow and hard dips
as he orchestrates and plays
upon her heart strings.
She'd follow the scribbles
that intricately spoke to her
as if his flesh was a map
that her lips
had been seeking to explore
to quench her hunger & thirst.
Deeply submerged within one another's fractures
she can taste herself upon his sweet lips
as he envelopes her with his love.
As if to breathe life
into her being
while they merge into one
legs tangled soon with a fist full
of her hair and fingers twined
as they unravel in their deep and slow
grind.
Until she felt him shift
towards a deeper
and more urgent thrust
lodged firmly in the depths
of her beautiful dripping mess.
An affirmation
of their everlasting love
as she knelt upon his alter
where she'd never falter
his ways for being a man
with hubristic tendencies.
She gasped at the length
and width of him
feeling stretched wholly
beautifully and entirely
waiting to be filled
with his seed
as they each fulfill
one another's desires
and need.
But still
he isn't quite sure how to love
someone as complex as her
as she only wants to wake up
to him inside of her
until she's chanting
his name in a melodious whisper
as she begs him
to make her cum all over him.
Over and over... again.
It's the only way to face the day knowing that
she's the only one in which he plants
his morning wood as his fingers made her quiver
just like a poem in which she held like a
precious gift.
when she's tied and exhausted from being
sick and tired of being sick and tired of life
it's like touching her indifference
upon your bare hands.
She tires easily with dreamy eyes
that softly whispers
I love you
as his presence stirs her awakening
methodically
shifting her
from her state of numbness.
Inside eager and awaiting hands
she's destined to be
as she knows his love
tastes better upon her palate
when he's strumming upon her
from deep inside.
His fragile voyeur is sprawled
upon crispy sheets as she
sneaks peeks
as she speaks
beyond the realm of luminosity
in his eyes is where they motion
towards a beautifully rhythmic
and loving grind.
Unfolding in the depths of his need
he kneads her fragililty
to release the tension unseen
until she morphs into his lean frame
as he sets out to tame
the wilderness in her
that leaves him
slightly insane.
A long and ardent moment
caressing delicate emotions
exposed upon their bareness
as they're laid bare
expressing their devotion
in the depth of their cascading motion
of free flow.
Completely immersed in a steady burning fire
as he chisels his love upon her
fragmented psyche whilst perusing her
naked flesh with his fingertips and salubrious lips
before pounding her with shallow and hard dips
as he orchestrates and plays
upon her heart strings.
She'd follow the scribbles
that intricately spoke to her
as if his flesh was a map
that her lips
had been seeking to explore
to quench her hunger & thirst.
Deeply submerged within one another's fractures
she can taste herself upon his sweet lips
as he envelopes her with his love.
As if to breathe life
into her being
while they merge into one
legs tangled soon with a fist full
of her hair and fingers twined
as they unravel in their deep and slow
grind.
Until she felt him shift
towards a deeper
and more urgent thrust
lodged firmly in the depths
of her beautiful dripping mess.
An affirmation
of their everlasting love
as she knelt upon his alter
where she'd never falter
his ways for being a man
with hubristic tendencies.
She gasped at the length
and width of him
feeling stretched wholly
beautifully and entirely
waiting to be filled
with his seed
as they each fulfill
one another's desires
and need.
But still
he isn't quite sure how to love
someone as complex as her
as she only wants to wake up
to him inside of her
until she's chanting
his name in a melodious whisper
as she begs him
to make her cum all over him.
Over and over... again.
It's the only way to face the day knowing that
she's the only one in which he plants
his morning wood as his fingers made her quiver
just like a poem in which she held like a
precious gift.
Published 29th Oct 2014
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29th Oct 2014 7:00pm
"This is so cool. What a nice poem." That is exactly what I said when I was released from the story and stretched. You have a such a way with words that your poem consumes us as the two people layer tender stroke after tender stroke onto each other's naked bodies. I just drift away and become one with the erotic slow dance-like motions.
"expressing their devotion
in the depth of their cascading motion
of free flow"
That's exactly how I am carried away--in free flow. The poetic lines flow like an easy small river current close to shore, and though I could resist, I lay myself down in peace, and your poem takes me off passing through some happy land that's so pure and so sexy, and I watch as I'm floating down the river, I see the lovers on the land of both sides, and I am happy for them. Then, as move further throughout your poem, I turn my head again and see myself on the land to the right. I am one of those lovers, and I am expressing the loving capacity of my heart to someone else, and I'm still flowing down the river at the same time. It is a slow grind. It's making love. Then, at the end of the journey, I suck up the sea and the land and discover that this fantasy was inside of me all along, but you guided me through it, and help me find escape within myself. Thank you. It was a lovely scribe :)
"expressing their devotion
in the depth of their cascading motion
of free flow"
That's exactly how I am carried away--in free flow. The poetic lines flow like an easy small river current close to shore, and though I could resist, I lay myself down in peace, and your poem takes me off passing through some happy land that's so pure and so sexy, and I watch as I'm floating down the river, I see the lovers on the land of both sides, and I am happy for them. Then, as move further throughout your poem, I turn my head again and see myself on the land to the right. I am one of those lovers, and I am expressing the loving capacity of my heart to someone else, and I'm still flowing down the river at the same time. It is a slow grind. It's making love. Then, at the end of the journey, I suck up the sea and the land and discover that this fantasy was inside of me all along, but you guided me through it, and help me find escape within myself. Thank you. It was a lovely scribe :)
19th Nov 2014 10:41am
Excellent work, you know your subject well and you write an intelligent poem. Great write. BRAVA
