poem of desire
darkness
a touch
hesitant at first, then more confident
fingertips on skin
neck, shoulders, collarbones, chest
the hair rising
a palm on the stomach
feeling the breath, feeling the life
the foreign warmth of another body
asking without asking
silence
a sigh
quiet at first, then less restrained
fingers on fingers
stomach, hips, loins, length
the body waking
a hand between the legs
feeling the silkiness, feeling the lust
the foreign weight of another length
taking without taking
heat
a longing
subliminal at first, then all-consuming
body with body
twisting, sliding, moving, moaning
the lust thriving
a hand over the chest
feeling the beat, feeling the rush
the familiar pace of another heart
owning without owning
release.
I thought about how to describe sex and desire in a very disconnected way. It was not intentional that it turned out as a poem, but I seem to have a thing for that.
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Weird
PoetryThings my brain produces when I don't keep my thoughts in check. Probably sexual content only, but not everything related to BTS.
