I Can't Sleep...

 



I can’t sleep….
I quiver within my caramel sweat…
my optics crash against my lid’s edge,
craving to become the wet adhesive
stained and stuck to your sheet’s threads.
I’m sinking inside my own pleasure spill
trying to lick pre-mature drops of your passion,
Mercifully responding to your every groan
with the uninterrupted drag of erotic sucks.
My augmented vison of mounting you
grinds the graphic for me,
flip and bounce of hair fallen over love faces,
hiding exhales while bucking the madness of your…
throbbing conceit.
Gripped waist as I reverse a thrust to calculate
my climaxes as they rise to rapture’s ceiling.
You’ve unlocked me in spots that
your John Handcock of spit…already trapped.
Got me burning from your tongue’s smile spreading
against the entrance of my pink.
I just might detonate on first lick....exploding from
the push and pull of one gentle stroke.
I just might cradle your face at the threshold of my emission      
and get tipsy off of observing you sip my treason.
I can’t sleep…
because these saturated pleasantries cascading
down my inner thighs, keep blushing for just a fraction
of your swell.
Slender fingers slip and slide between folds
summoning silk walls to mold your phallic staff...
into my image.
My breathing begs for you.
My transgressions exalted because of you.
My knees bend at temptation’s alter…
Testifying that your lap and my head are yoked
by vows of nuptial desire.
Sugary….honey…cream remnants traced the memories
that braze similar to your seed
when it collides with the greed
of my hungry kiss,
I’m living off of daydreaming fumes in the midnight,
and I need your taste…your callous hands…your thick persuasion
to help me….
sleep.

Rain~