throat of a flower
he pressed his velvet, carmine lips
delicately into her slumbering bosom
and his moist breath trickled
along her glistening, gliding chest wall
he wrapped his raw and trembling pride
in the mist of her gauzy scent
which rose sluggishly
from her slumbering bosom
tendrils of her breath stroked his tender scalp,
bleeding hunger into his very core
a hunger for her - sleeping Muse
with the throat of a flower
~+++~
and his moist breath trickled
along her glistening, gliding chest wall
he wrapped his raw and trembling pride
in the mist of her gauzy scent
which rose sluggishly
from her slumbering bosom
tendrils of her breath stroked his tender scalp,
bleeding hunger into his very core
a hunger for her - sleeping Muse
with the throat of a flower
~+++~
ABOUT THIS POEM inspired by a dream-fantasy of ardlair, who has left us in his dust. dearest ardlair, you needn't worry - its not a marriage proposal (got me one of them already y'know ... not really looking to trade in) ... just a poem.
posted by velvet acid tongue @ 19:18
4 Comments
4 Comments:
This made me think of last weekend ;)
Thx.
:^)
Have I invited you to Spilled to Bloodlessness yet? You may recognize the names on it--Cocaine Jesus and some others--I think you'd be great. If it interests you, email me at Sadness2joy22@aol.com
hello,
i took my blog away for about a week or so, someone pissed me off.
if we ever have coffee sometime, i will tell you about it.
love, infini
ps i will still visit you.
i read your latest on wake up!! btw
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