Trailing your lips down my spine,
Muttering a string of sweet nothings
Under your breath.
Skin as blank as a canvas,
Your touch painting it shades of red.
With each second that passes by
My anticipation ticks like a clock
Your hands unravel me
Like a cotton thread is pulled apart
Ever so gently,
The glint in your eyes brightens as
You see me fall apart,
Helplessly at your mercy
Does the sight entice you as much?
Consciousness hazed with the steam
Of fire you ignite in me
I have never before felt an ecstasy as such.
(❁'◡'❁)
I tried something new this time. Usually I'm quite hesitant to share more intimate writings. I'll write more if it's requested.
YOU ARE READING
Lacuna ○
PoetryLacuna : (n.) An empty place, a missing piece. Not every slot in your life is to be filled. Feeling empty at times is no less than ecstasy. ♡ PS. Do Not Try to steal or copy my work. ©All rights are reserved. No translation what so ever is allowed.
