In you I found~
Surreal and uniquely bound~
a treasure trove
of delicate sweets.
An escapee from roget's
tantalizing my every whimper
with a
sugar coated fix
that no morphine drip
can ease.
Engulf my soul...
once,twice
ten thousand times~
the vein will still throb.
Mouths agape,
on fantasy hill~
Nay
the nape of your neck
delivers my pill.
...a French baguette?
Soft wine and music
to induce the glow of love
that you use so adeptly
to seduce.
Entwined and soaking wet
as the heat
beckons us
to a tale so tall
with an end
so everlasting.
Jump...
and I will catch
the essence
of your devotion.
Soft and reassuring
yet so dangerously wrong.
Take all,
for you are the ravenous encounter
my idle mind longed for.
Awesome! Hope your idle mind finds itself sated! :)
ReplyDeleteYou do have a way with your words, Wurdz! Take all, Poet!
sex and food play well together...the nape of your neck is my pill...i wont tell you where i went with that but...you are the ravenous encounter...nice as well...hot stuff wurdz
ReplyDeleteLOVE THIS..... *sigh*
ReplyDeletethe most beautiful words is as simple and seductive as what you have here...love it...
ReplyDeleteThank you! I was going for precisely that. Simplicity and a seductive feel.
Deletevery sensual. I love the alliteration in "Nay
ReplyDeletethe nape of your neck" and "Jump...
and I will catch
the essence
of your devotion" is fascinating!
Sheila