cherry tongue
licking rose water lips.
sapphire eyes gaze across the room.
vanilla thoughts clash with kink.
an ivory hand ruffles auburn hair
majestic moans clear as day
in his mind.
heart like a drum
i can hear my chest
lace words exit through
honey-coated lips
clicking heels following soft shoes
a door clicks locked.
velvet clothes dress the floor
bed is inhabited
the room is a jungle of noise
lungs of flowers fill with air
bodies collide like water and land
the beauty of life
and lust.
YOU ARE READING
poetry
Poetrypoetry is when an emotion has found its thought, and the thought has found words -robert frost. all poems are mine unless stated otherwise. just thought i'd give someone a taste of my mind. #4 in ode
