BurningA Poem by Adora.xoBlehHis lascivious, lust-filled Gaze is the color of An oncoming storm. He loves me. His breath, hot and heavy, A whirlwind of carnal need Leaves me damp. He loves me not His hands so rough and ready, Birth Goosebumps upon my skin, Like hot water over cool breasts. He loves me His lips how they whisper, Promises like entwined limbs weak, From long nights. He loves me not He chases the shivers running up The fine curve of my canvas with, The consuming flame that- He loves me Grows with every kiss and caress, His aching desire against mine, This night, my morals melt- He loves me not Until there is nothing else left but hunger, The burn of bourbon and slick skin, Soft and firm He loves me Drawn out over eager bodies, Controlled by lubricious longings, Stretching and straining- He loves me not As we stroke this flame, So deep inside, Between us, Again, Gasping for air, And again, Begging him, And again, Moaning, And again, Screaming… Gods Have Mercy And I am lost. What if he loves me?
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19 Reviews Added on June 5, 2012 Last Updated on June 18, 2013 AuthorAdora.xoThe One That's Non-Existant As Far As You're Concerned., British Columbia, CanadaAboutSo that you will hear me So that you will hear me my words sometimes grow thin as the tracks of the gulls on the beaches. Necklace, drunken bell for your hands smooth as grapes. And I wat.. more..Writing
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