Blister of Lust

Crawling out of my thoughts,
sitting here alone in the darkness on the edge of dream,
with midnight slithering up my flesh, striking 12 o’clock.
I can feel your hand wet with sweat and magic,
feel the way it grips a pen, taking hold and gripping my heart.
You waken me with the striking of midnight’s high noon,
and I tiptoe down the hallway of dark wanderings,
your face lit with promises that decorate
 every wall.
Between my tiny toes the carpet of unseen connection creeps
and I follow your lead to wherever.
Feeling the blister of lust burst ,
and swollen sorrow subside...
I lay my hand against silk thighs aching
caught in the web of a lover’s abstinence....
And its your perfect palm against my trembling that I feel.
Your pen of wrath and wonder bringing excitement and rest
writing with my veins, running down my legs
flung open wide for your stories coming.
Oh unzip my skin and enter in and write
this epitaph of our dark and dreamy waltz...
I have created a ballroom here within the walls of imagining,
where the clock struck 12:00, and midnight held our history,
wandering exclamation points in a black womb’s lining,
dancing as one..........awake and still dreaming.

Reviews

[shadadakiya]

well that was out there in the line of things very sexy but clean nice work

[WritefromtheHeart]

OH..and I forgot to say...I LOVE the title!!

[WritefromtheHeart]

WOW!! This is amazing...so much imagery in your words, so much longing and aching need for what was. A really stunning piece of writing is what this is mystic!!

[Michelle]

WoW!!!! I loved this you have a lively way with words. It took me with it from start to finish. Great work! I will watch for more of your work.

Michelle

Well chosen words and form. there is good rhythm that matches along the piece.

The message is well imparted, there is a good illustration brought to the readers' minds.

This is an enjoyable piece.