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June 20, 2005
The woman you loved...., a tender cut
You looked so lost,
I was nervous, holding my hands
In my lap, the taste of my Lipstick
Fresh in my mouth, ther was no going back
We both knew it, after we claim what was ours
and the boyish look in your eyes, waiting to be
halted, stopped, for you knew nothing will
be the same, nothing, ........
I bathed that morning,
brushing my hair I noticed a quiver
in my hands, naked in the mirror, I oiled
my skin, my thighs, my legs, my belly
more foundation on my face, thicker eye lines
In my head I knew how I wanted you, to be your whore
to see yo0ur eyes loving every inch of me, you
would stand by the bed and watch me, and I would smile
arching my back, showing you my needy nipples, to break
you, and bring you to me, your whore, your spread, to
play me, caress me and handle me, cherish me, and devour me
burning me with your breath, teasing me with your teeth, and
tear me in such angles that only you could put me together
at your whim.
--But you cried, as I held you, taken inside
all of you, the anticipations, the longings, the hurts
as you grow inside me, the severity of your urges, the way
you wanted me, growing inside me, tearing me like a tender cut,
an injury, and then you cried, and I felt the hush of the woods
and then the birds flew all ot once, over the trees, coveing the sky
like a black plague, like death, so sudden, and so deserving
so necassery and so right.
Posted by Idinraha at June 20, 2005 04:13 PM
Comments
"needy nipples??"
Posted by: chey at June 21, 2005 07:17 AM
Yes Chey, Needy nipples, or could be aching neeples, its desperation, tel me how you liked it
Posted by: Idinraha at June 21, 2005 09:13 AM
no disrespect idin but middle age male menopause came to mind''''
Posted by: chey at June 22, 2005 08:34 AM
thanks Chey I guess I asked for that one
Posted by: Idinraha at June 22, 2005 09:57 AM