They were a whole
A groaning, sweating
Happiness.
Its loves and hates
Intermingled in
In the salt that
One tasted
And then the other.
The brassiere that lies torn atop
Her skirt
An absconding button that hides under the bed
An upturned shoe
They all look mesmerized
At the dance of those
Souls that had longed
An invisible gap
That filled and filled
Drawing black from
The fading night.
The deepest music
That sets their goose bumps dancing.
An effortless togetherness
Searching fingers
Tired bodies
Wandering lusts
Interlocked now.
In this moment
When the crisp white linen
Dies many times over.
They take a strange delight in
Crushing it.
Moving like snakes
The feel of starch on their bare backs.
It roams
Unstoppable in their souls
It’s an animal
A demon let loose
This is what they had told themselves
To never do, to never feel
To never need.
Come see
Two ghosts become one .
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2 comments:
almost as if poetry comes in search of you, someone's on her way to becoming a reallllly good erotica writer!! i like the inviting tone of the whole thing.. and the loving and hating..hot!
Ok,thats it.
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You have an unusual way with words. You will go a long way, me child :D
PS- WHOAA. Where did THIS come from?!! LOL :D
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