15 Poems From My Second Book INSIDE OUT By Strider Marcus Jones

WET WARM SYLLABLES

WET WARM SYLLABLES

oh seductive angel of temptation,

lying on your bed of divination-

swollen breasts caressing my creation,

lovelips glistening

lovecore quickening

tantric to the rhythm of my tongue

taking you to pleasures peak

in the wet warm syllables we speak-

suck soft, sigh loud, lick long.

through day and nights reality

of making dreams

come true, with no finality

or broken seams,

where words wake the want in longing

a velvet purse

to belong in

and endlessly rehearse-

like a field that sways unbraked

in the bodies of its flowers,

trembling through every breaths intake

of heat and scented showers,

as the day dies down

simmering in bough and gown.

Copyright Strider Marcus Jones. 18th April, 2009. INSIDE OUT