28.2.11

Can you feel that?


The quickening of my pulse against your mouth
and the shy flush, like a dewed peach, you said
sweet taste of budding lilies on your tongue
soiled with scarlet flames against my throat

"...?"
"...don't stop,"

My screams are drowned in your hungry eyes,
raven-black pecked with lust (or love?)
you trace my body with temptation, kiss my imperfections,
and i'm drowning in an ocean of fire, sin, desire.

"please, don't stop."

1 comment:

  1. i love this so much, there are no words for it. x

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