I was afraid
If I lingered any longer
There would be nothing
Left to lick
Your kisses taught
In landscapes knee to neck
Buds bloom
New wood grows
Flowers come again
Wild as bees
Protecting honey
2:00 A.M.
In a world between
waking and sleeping
you came and lay
upon my back
In my ear
low groan moan
I know you want me
you writhe
grind
bite
lick the mark away
suck
tongue tracing patterns
your legs between mine
smooth over me
I smell your burn
I lick my lips
Massage my coiled shoulders
nails an occasional counterpoint
nipples harden
your breasts
propel them along my back
I moan
you marvel
glide your palms
across your breasts
wish they were my hands
lean close to my ear
and whisper
I know you want me
. . . now.
When You Are Not With Me
Do you ride or die
does your hand
hide your smile
do you fly the kite
or refuse to dance
when you are not with me
Are you at the window early
do you crave desert
is the duvet enough
do you long for glens and glades
Have I no reflection
Am I cup or utensil
eat from me
I would eat you
even though the apples
are poisoned
Are your scapula balmy wings
Are you nectar or naked
in a flute or frame
for some other saxman
Are you cello
when you are not with me.
– CZV
published on The Drabble HERE
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