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A Gentle Grinding
softly
softly with your fingertips
sweetly
so sweetly with your eyes
slow controlled graces
so different from the rages
of sex come before
a burlesque fantasy
creaking leathers
and ruffled feathers
and lives lost for an instant
as the tongue brushes
feather light against sensitivities
yet scoring marks through
the passion of nails and teeth
straining against chainlinked bonds
through gritted teeth slide tortured sighs
and half forced exclamations
yet through it all
there is barely a movement
the sweet, soft, slow caresses
of hands and tongue and other flesh
that make you writhe
as i stand to attention
over you
always in control
and then a bittersweet
end
softly with your fingertips
sweetly
so sweetly with your eyes
slow controlled graces
so different from the rages
of sex come before
a burlesque fantasy
creaking leathers
and ruffled feathers
and lives lost for an instant
as the tongue brushes
feather light against sensitivities
yet scoring marks through
the passion of nails and teeth
straining against chainlinked bonds
through gritted teeth slide tortured sighs
and half forced exclamations
yet through it all
there is barely a movement
the sweet, soft, slow caresses
of hands and tongue and other flesh
that make you writhe
as i stand to attention
over you
always in control
and then a bittersweet
end
Published 13th Dec 2009
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Anonymous
13th Dec 2009 1:34pm
Love that expression, and the whole poem is permeated by a sentiment both haunting and erotic. The phrase 'tortured sighs' and the allusion to 'bones' creates a darker layering.
11th Oct 2012 3:55am
