Subtly Rough

   
   
 
   
Cognitive images drew intense murals of his hands    
grasping hips that gently shifted downward    
gripping, then gyrated atop his powerful symbol    
where the snugness of my sanctuary was tailor-made for his    
regal perfection, all the while I was painting his throbbing mischief    
with my feverish hysteria.    
I wanted it rough, raw and chaotic enough to be    
force fed the full throttle of thick.    
Lips eagerly waiting for his widened smile,    
tongue aching with anticipation to taste his essence,    
while my larynx begged for his liquid surrender to…    
coat my throat, smoothly.    
Head held with such tenderness pulling it in unison    
with every thrusts I greedily accepted.    
Humming on his majestic eagerness.    
His groans created an admired melody…. startling an    
atmosphere that never heard the sounds of a passionate    
composition being born.    
Retracting from symphony slurps and joyful gags of reflex…    
the only time I was content and comfortable with no air.    
I could feel his stare,    
as I licked every inch of what was once taboo.    
Fortifying my position, subtle submission    
joining of souls pleasing each other in formation,    
where both pair of my lips were being utilized-    
passionately, simultaneously.    
Every time he licked the seam of my wet promise    
he could taste my antiquity living there.    
And every time I drew him in like carnal nicotine,    
sucked and puff as his glaze settled in the corners of my mouth    
like an perennial edge I would never forget,    
I could feel myself getting high, staying wasted,    
and becoming addicted to wanting it….    
rough....    
yet, subtle.    
   
   
Rain~    
   
   
 
    
author note: For comp!  ( Some may recognize the similarities from my poem.... )  
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/222862-sometimes-i-like-it-rough/