it would blaze with all the unspoken thoughts
that are ignited by your proximity.
And I would choose you for canvas.
My body would act as pen and brush
to paint the flames of my desire
a fiery flush across your outline;
as words rush to engulf you in the thrill
of all I feel.
With touch, I would anoint you with
passion and possession:
using all of me to communicate my need of you.
And each action would be a commitment of pleasure
(as you repeat after me):
With this tongue – sending little flickers of
sensation to tease your body;
With these hands – lapping contours and tracing
paths to delve into places that melt;
With these lips – pressing tender codes of love
on yielding flesh;
With these eyes – to bear witness as the warmth
between your legs spreads to become a rage
that builds and torments ‘til you can no longer
Compulsion forces a response;
a movement, a sound.
Growing until it becomes a roaring crescendo of
heat that growls up your spine –
singeing every nerve ending;
ravishing your senses to finally erupt in a
torrent as you call out.
Only then would I stand back:
naked, panting and at last, satisfied.
Dedicated to: Boo – because this was how I wanted to know you.
SO TELL ME: What do you think of this piece?
- Did it engage you?
- Does the meaning come across? Are there any images or lines you don’t understand or find unclear?
- Are there obvious errors in spelling, punctuation or grammar?
- Do you have any suggestions for revision?
Please be brutally honest in your assessments – good, bad or indifferent.
I don’t scare easily; and I really do want to hear what YOU have to say about my work.
Many thanks in advance for your time and your criticism.
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AUTHOR: I am might war. I have a love of music, the written word, travel, Anime, polar bears, people and “sticking and colouring”.