Nymph

Pressure hard and gentle

Coaxes prickly warmth from the belly

Slate of thought swiped clean

Words drifting away, vanishing in

A sparse and chalky fog

Syllables rattling from the throat as an infant

May incessantly gibber and sob

Nighttime collapses, the signal to crawl

Clambering hand over knee

A desperate w***e in want for

Throes of addiction

Utterly unsatisfied ‘til glistening with

Salt and water

Hair mussed; tangled; matted to the sheets

Wails of denial increasing temperatures

Sensitive

Agonizing

Tender

 

Counterintuitive, wrestling the pleasure

Unable to cease thrashing, delighted by

Marks and bruises

 

Yet only satisfied for so long

Before the w***e slithers again

Reviews

[E.V. Black]

Ooh, very tantalizing line. "The w***e slithers again."
I love how you hint at the act of sex instead of all out describing it. Such a delicious thing to picture in the mind. The way you weave the act together is with such precision.

"...delighted by/Marks and bruises."

Masochistic much? And I loved the continuous recording of the w***e's adventures. Excellent job.

[Crow]

wonderfully written piece! So much poetic imagery from your verbal palette.

[Crusaderscross]

Very well-imagined piece. You can really construct literary images with ease. Like it a lot. The reader can feel everything that is written.

[Dream Weaver]

Sinful yet with descriptive class and
the imagery is off the charts.
A wickedly delightful read. Well done.