A Sweltering Taboo

"a bit of slightly Taboo Poetry"

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the lines that lay between us
scorching my marrow
and I am guilty of this curse
the gravity that lays betwixt our eyes
a jagged breath of forbidden romance

stricken of the love
that must grow un-satiated
like the taste of ambrosia
to desiccated lips

fruit of the gods
beyond our reach
taste of peaches
the flavor of your loins
melting upon the tip of my tongue

as lust burns a seance between us
and I smolder in the flames of our division
aching to be molten into one flesh
till no space lies between our skin

desire drives our pulses
heart-beats thundering
as of racing lions
roaring for the conquest
of hungered teeth that bite
in sundering thrusts,

plunging our worlds
into sweltering hells
dripping ecstasies
as we cling with heaving breaths
to crescendoing climax,
detonating with the force of dying stars
and touch divinity
 

Published 4 years ago

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