Monday, October 12, 2009

Lust

Aphrodisia;
Her shivering moan
-the slow absconding air
...squirming skin;

An upthrust of libido-
Pulsations of writhing egos
Throbbing monoxide
Slithering through toxic veins

Screaming twilight
Poisoned lips;
Another home-
betwixt her teeth

A vicious secret;
Of warm susurruses,
Late night wines
And knowing smirks;

And she'll be good,
Maybe I'll have another night;
Between her breasts,
-and mine.

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