Body Poetry Craving for hands that feel like lips. To feel soft, sensitive and evoke something underneath all the barrels of skin. To rip off everything that looks like a hurdle and just collide, fall in deep, and quick. And surrendering all notions of logic. That 1+1 happens to be one again. On a night when the sheets dangle at the ends because they were dancing to. Moving back and forth like waves of sensation, I’ve been trying 2ignore it. But the tide comes back rolling in, everything I hide underneath. Like a song hummed by a bird, carried in the wind. Gentle as the transition from day to night, glorious as the sunset yet passionate as the violence stirred up by snow and rain in a storm. Lust or love, neither matter, all I know is I need you… In the seconds and the minutes time just went away. Nothing matters not here nor there. Nothing exists except the divinity of your kiss. The hands that feel like lips and conjure up emotions in vertical motion over valleys and sunsets. Stretch out into the lust and thrust with sharp and accurate missiles on target. A never ending pleasure Even in lies there is a bit of truth, so tonight even thou this is a sin, find some right in the wrong we are about to commit. Let yourself go and allow me to catch you, with every breathe allow my kiss breathe life into you, with every touch let me show that being human isn’t as bad as it seems, being alive is truly better then death, for in life, this piece of heaven can be yours whenever you wish. Just greet my lips with your bliss, allow me to respond with a whisper to ear. Sweet nothings won’t compare to the intimacy we are about to share. One should never dwell on the past, but tomorrow, today is all shall think about. Reminisce over the slight chance that when we wake up, you might say you feel what I feel and I’m the best you ever had. Tonight the cares of the world fade away, in this moment, you and I are all that matter. Time will have no relevance. Our bodies shall speak a language of their own. Even though the world will look down on this act, give it names that don’t suit. Body poetry is what it is known by us.
Posted on: Wed, 17 Jul 2013 10:00:01 +0000
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