Joined: 15 Apr 2008
Posts: 24
Location: New Zealand
Bite
I am biting my lip as I think of you...
Of eyes that look like a dusky green treasure
Sharp teeth
And a whimper that speaks of more.
Of hands with most perfect form
And fingertips that burn trails
On my skin.
Sneak playfully with resolve
Between that which is wanted
And that which is needed.
My eyes are closed,
So that there is no space between.
Only dark and light and closed eyelids.
Bound and unbound
Clothed and unclothed.
The scent of chocolate hangs in the air,
Where forbidden fruit hides in an unspoken promise
Like the delight of milk most soft and sensual
On the tongue.
Here the memory burns
Set alight by the touch of your hand on all that is mine.
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