Saturday, May 16, 2009

Drinking in,

the river of your mouth

flows through me

a loving god

who grows tired

for wailing on me,

misses the way I used to look

at him, full of adoration.

Kiss me again

like you did before,

strong hand to my nape,

eyes creating their own river

where spirited sea creatures

swim back and forth

carrying secrets and wishes.

Let me rain soft kisses

upon your throat and chest,

teasing with warm breath,

inciting you to rise up

and lift me off my feet.

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