to know the possibilities are infinite,
we are absolutely malleable this way :
as an idea, a pure construct,
entities that sweep over one another.
So let my words take you,
syllables racing over hot flesh
take root inside as engines,
fueled with a hidden lust
contoured around each sentence.
It’s just as real as any other longing
to need you this way,
to crave the right assembly
of language to make us come undone.
To strip us down to our most
vulnerable pulse and throb,
an ache amplified when waiting
for you to finally reach out
so I can know the hollows in you
no one knows how to occupy,
enrapture the silken depths of
to bring us to this blissful apex.
So forget whatever you think
you may know about what I am,
the codes and formulas you’ve seen
are just inklings of what really lives
beyond my eyes and breathes upon
the same territory your words have marked.
I can see us there when my eyes close,
patient animals circling one another,
existing as neither prey or predator,
but ravenous wants devour us just the same
Where the flame of this need
can feel your lips sealing,
gentle and possessive all at once,
a private melody whispered as I enter you.
The possibilities are infinite,
shapes absolutely malleable
in the mingling of our heat,
in the entities that we
consume one another with.
So let my words overtake you,
syllables racing over hot flesh
become the fingers tangled
through your crimson locks,
the burning engine take root
so deep inside of you.
It’s just as real when you you strip away
every garment from your pliable form,
legs parted to slowly breach
the ache pulsing below that quivers
when our language impales you.
When you’ve stripped me down
to my most vulnerable throb,
where your lust blooms
and sheathes around me,
the silken depths explored,
enraptured to this blissful apex.
It fans the flames throughout me
to know you are there when my eyes shut,
the entity covering hot flesh
when your language makes
me erupt and come undone.
