Fragment 40

He:   A floruit lady tending her baby, a brood of beauties with a blend of mean
Captivated by bountiful meter, presently I came to greet her, silly as it seems
The purse of her mouth hurls gold, as she begins to flood a tidal prose, a fuss

She:   While distance gorges itself full in the space between us
I linger on the taste of your tongue in my mouth, in the full heat of wanting
Your travelled hands stroke my skin against roads hard, and in stages
More pressure I sense your slipping when I want to let you in, and instead waiting
I want you to make the moves, since you have got them
When I am with you, life equals pleasure friend

He:   I stagger back, in unfound sense, what have I done, mar this lady with my force
She waits for my response, while I keep with a smile, she reports, no lie

She:   Play fore time, place your hand on my thigh, no audience here, just you and I
Repeat the move and again because it eases me
I am too afraid to hear the words, it is your touch that pleases me
My belly moves and tumbles over and under rapturous sonorous pain
Your nimble advance around my waist pulls me into your embrace
Your breath tears like a hot blade across my cheek
You roll your face across my face
I bite your ear
You bite my lip
I claw your back
You squeeze my ass
Prepare to moan

He:   Do you love me, or are you the worst woman I have ever known
Reminds me of how I took you down, with a kiss

She:   Let the crime escape your lips, fuck etiquette

He:   You slow me to your rhythm, down your smooth hips, no space did I miss
The scent between your thighs intoxicates me
To move you past your limit from all sides, twist my fist in your hair, bend you over the edge
The things I would do, if you would let me, the gentle, the not so, the wicked, and plenty

She:   Your chest heaves a clock tick, you wrap me within your stained skin, as words blanket pages
The trick is to find my seat on your battle ship, as we rock and roll
Your hand glides up between my breasts and around my neck, to push and pull
I am grounded on your grind and work it well to spur your bearn when I come

He:   I throw you on your back, dreaming you are my indulgent kind
What is on my mind matters mostly my love, for what I have in store is merciless
My dove, spread your wings and fly away with me
If there was ever a moment for you to confirm your wish

She:   It is this


~ by Joy Suzanne Grazer on May 5, 2014.

5 Responses to “Fragment 40”

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