Tangible 24  

rm_Sallypus 52F
1056 posts
11/11/2005 4:35 pm

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Tangible 24

There is a pattern to the need,
a place where the playful falls away,
and the skin seems peeled back,
baring every nerve end
to the possibility of your touch.
One day given to the moon,
where calm thought is impossible,
and I become the virgin
possessed by a ravening spirit
that hungers for flesh
to join me in reveling.
That one day each 30
I keep to myself,
wear modest clothing
and do not meet the eyes of any
because that day I am consumed,
and lust is too pretty a word
for the pulsing between these thighs.
Oh god,
the weight of cloth to skin
is an unbearable friction,
and what your hands
or your tongue,
or your rampant flesh
would feel like against this new skin
is a matter of sweet torment.
I want to sink before you,
desperate supplicant
and flaunt the honey
that wets my walk,
fall open as every bit of blood
floods my lips,
plumping them for the taking,
priming them for your thrust,
preparing me
for the feel of you
when I am so far beyond consent.
Take me roughly,
hand wound tight in my hair,
pound deeply in
where the flesh gapes,
or take the darker fruit
or fill my mouth
with your flesh
so that my only sound
is a muffled moan
breathed joyously
against veins throbbing,
pulsing need
fed by this wild hunger
that makes me shake.
NO time for love making...
no time for pretty,
and do not tease...TAKE.
Not once...
once cannot fill,
not twice...
but over and over till
this tense 24
has passed again
leaving me full,
and able to be
the calm playful lover you know
when the moon has not taken my soul,
and demanded sexual sacrifice
as the desired coin
to redeem my skin.

interested13563 53M
2557 posts
11/12/2005 3:23 pm

Sally! You are a goddess of sensuality sacrificing herself
on the alter of the ultimate erotic experience! Your feelings
are overwhelming I am more than glad you have opportunity
to sense them to their extreem expression!

versionoriginale 56M
1 post
11/19/2005 4:01 am

Awesome, taking me to an experience that I obviously do not know and never can know. Thank you. That's poetry.

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