Date: 07-05-2016
The Sahara Touch
It burns
his eyes penetrating me
like the scalding kisses of hot coal
on my soft, untouched skin.
His mouth is glorious on my own
the kisses of a sinner
polluting my white soul
with pleasure's lasting mark.
And the tickle of his stubble
leaves me craving more
than the soft caress
of a man's tender love.
His Sahara touch
alights the fires within
and I chase perfection's end
within our midnight bliss.
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Poetry/twenty sixteen : a poetry collection/ A poem, a day. Can't be that hard, right? One of my New Year's Resolutions this year is get back into poetry and explore new styles. This is my attempt at doing just that. This collection will be a mixture of d...
