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Taking Me Over
The lost necessity of a forgotten ache
My deficiency finding me in suffrage at the midnight hour
My body tolls for the completion of devoutness
Phantom touches of lips adoring the hungry sensations of my skin
Dare I forbid unto the cloak of the sensations
Defiance not to surrender to the enchantment
The appetite of my weaken flesh given unto you as you please
You touch me, who dares not hear my moans
My lips you kiss, dare I not speak behind the covertness of my sealed compliance
Hands of anticipation languishing trailing the silhouette of my existence
Comatose to dare not move
Relishing in the heighten senses I feel
Soften texture of paradise’s wonderment I succumb
In the care of your governance, the will of my body follows
Blindly you divide the ether of time to probe
My doleful participation at hand, the pleasure principal of unpaved logic you explore inch by inch
Giving into the vocation of free will to grip in ecstasy
My body the recipient to be adored,
Into the circle of our dance my gratitude moans in accordance
The ravenous of your movements, knows no limitations
Stirring and locking into the depth, penetrating
Crestfallen we’ve reached our zenith, locked, tapped
You have gifted my ambiance
In the lay, shifting, bodies begging, laments rebounded, incoherent, forgiven
Nakedness in my present, his soul unwrapping the unfilled streams of my essence
Closing my eyes to the world of discontent
Implosion into me, a caving amalgam unto him
Overtaking us both in the shadowed aftermath
Our soul’s twerking, spillage in alliance we have tenderly ensued
We come undone as one
My deficiency finding me in suffrage at the midnight hour
My body tolls for the completion of devoutness
Phantom touches of lips adoring the hungry sensations of my skin
Dare I forbid unto the cloak of the sensations
Defiance not to surrender to the enchantment
The appetite of my weaken flesh given unto you as you please
You touch me, who dares not hear my moans
My lips you kiss, dare I not speak behind the covertness of my sealed compliance
Hands of anticipation languishing trailing the silhouette of my existence
Comatose to dare not move
Relishing in the heighten senses I feel
Soften texture of paradise’s wonderment I succumb
In the care of your governance, the will of my body follows
Blindly you divide the ether of time to probe
My doleful participation at hand, the pleasure principal of unpaved logic you explore inch by inch
Giving into the vocation of free will to grip in ecstasy
My body the recipient to be adored,
Into the circle of our dance my gratitude moans in accordance
The ravenous of your movements, knows no limitations
Stirring and locking into the depth, penetrating
Crestfallen we’ve reached our zenith, locked, tapped
You have gifted my ambiance
In the lay, shifting, bodies begging, laments rebounded, incoherent, forgiven
Nakedness in my present, his soul unwrapping the unfilled streams of my essence
Closing my eyes to the world of discontent
Implosion into me, a caving amalgam unto him
Overtaking us both in the shadowed aftermath
Our soul’s twerking, spillage in alliance we have tenderly ensued
We come undone as one
Published 15th Apr 2020
Author's Note
I thought I will give it a try.. hope I did not lessen in favor of anyone's eyes
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15th Apr 2020 3:56pm
15th Apr 2020 4:12pm
Thank you sir for the feedback, if I get the knack for this genre, more will be forthcoming
15th Apr 2020 11:58pm
I think this is a delicate depiction of a moment that is easily roughened, and you convey its sensuality very well. You should exore this mode confidently. If I may, right at the end the word "twerking" was quite jarring to the music of the piece - the phrase "spillage in alliance" is terrific with the internal reversal "illa.... alli". If you could do something similar with the first phrase with the "oul... lou" that could be sensational. Changing the metre, something like "souls' louche spillage in alliance" would make the same point but maintain the music. Or you could keep the twerking but it really needs another disruptive "k" word to balance the line, which makes it hard to get your great phrase in. I really like it, I hope my comments are not intrusive.
16th Apr 2020 5:47pm
What wonderful advice given, sir. I will take the wise notations under consideration, and thank you
