the smug
tug of your lips
when my own part
watching closely
but from a distance
as you play a song I've been longing to hear
let me sing it for you
the callousness
of your touch
and the breezyness
of your hold
squirming beneath the steady
of your breathing
your finger tips bring me exquisite tastes
of my beloved and secret land
my skin
ghost and ice-like without
the calloused and fiery brush
in contrast
the cold of the center of the earth
and the stiffness of a cloud
caress the center of my being
tempting me to
fall to my knees
and
beg
but no words can form for you have
taken and taken and taken and taken
and your growl of a voice
and your closed lids in pleasure
keep taking and taking and taking
you may feast on this wine tonight,
boy,
let the red stain your teeth
and run all over your chin
let it sink in your chest
but,
tomorrow, I shall dine as your King
and I shall have your Head
served as the main course
and it will be you,
sweet, sweet lover o' mine,
who begs for my mercy
ESTÁS LEYENDO
of crowns and crows
Poesía"Poetry is filled with emotions However, it is filled It is hollow It is everything It is nothing It's fucsia, yet It's flicts It's the rainbow And a rainy day I'll try and tell you a story Within and without these lines [Don't think I'll make...
