lips

 your lips

 

are cushions

 

(pillows) that I find perfect

for my right-now-can’t-wait night needs

the voice that purrs out

always a whisper and a…

        

our breath hanging tight

in a   t

               o

     r

              n

       a

             d

          o

 dance

 

teeth tugging tits

while my fingers cup/test

your plea

 

plea,yes.

plea,yes

yes

yes

 

this purple need

forcing my brain>          to leave

nevermind what once was

 

here a silence that sings

(hush) (shhhhhhhhhh)

 

your lips meeting my lips

a deep inhale

hands lifting hips

 

once more

 

plea

I promise

I promise

yes

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A excellent poem. I like the set-up and the flow of your words. I like the feel and gentle passion in your words.
Coyote