November Fifteenth

11/15

your perfect lips
on mine
magnetic lips
drawn together

perfect lips
spread to taste my neck
to leave hands needing to be carressed
drawing upon the delicate innocent skin

my place in your lap
the seat of affection
shielding me from the ground
a moment lit by an orange sky
and city lights the size of small candles
the familiarity of curiosity

trading in innocence by the mouthful
digging deeper into longing pleasure
self destructive ignorance of alerting emotions
marks shown in painful redemption

Reviews

[Ed Rector]

I like it. You got passion and comfort portrayed sweetly.

[Wildecat]

A beautiful and well written poem, I certainly look forward to reading more of your poetry.