prete/se

gently

too many times

in this age of steel and steam

the taste of love need be courted

by an empty dance with no tune.

eons before

when the primordial fire was free to burn.

passion was all that was needed.

no pretense. just the unspoken

unholy

tenderness 

between two souls joined in madness.

allow me a place between your thighs,

your thighs that tremble,

a place near your hips,

your hips that rise,

to taste your skin,

your skin that burns and glistens 

allow me please this gift.

this gift to give you each stroke and nibble.

to feel you tingle on the end of me. 

you will shout and shatter star light.
the evening sky will bend to our savage grace.
 

tonight as we lay naked, warm
with each others breath clinging to our skin,

let’s drop the act for a little while..

i won't hurt you until much later. wink. wink. 

Reviews

[sheriH 2]

Loved it!! The way u wrote it had me thinking , love it when poems do that.
Thanks for writing this I enjoyed it.^_^
-sheri

[Winslow Des Totes]

You had me till the very end: I enjoyed the rawness and savage use of diction and the playful syntax. It was pleasurable to say the least ;) good job!

[alan khan]

thank very much i really appreciate it, i'm glad you enjoyed it :)