Friday, December 24, 2010


Lovely dripping treasures
wrapped in silver pain,
subtleness of hot skin
pressed against flesh
friction makes sparkling
Causing a firestorm of lips,
legs, bruises, and fame
at the end of the day,
we spent our minds
then dawn spent our souls
Eyes interlocked in heavenly
bodies in tune with the ocean
a constant rhythm of teeth
and tongues
songs, flowing from her
Deep dark places
Fluidly gaping
sweetly facing
the curves of her body
Against the moonlight
Grasping, scratching along
the walls of her flesh
Wait, I must be dreaming!
That was the dream of the full moon
Lost in the haze
Of the solar winds
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