Delicate (R rated...sexual content)
Hey
This is a poem for my university course.
Any feedback?
CONTENT ONLY FOR MATURE AUDIENCE!!! EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT
(in the copy on my computer, there are large spaces in the middle of some sentence...if you know what i mean...but it doesnt come up on here so the paragraphs may be a little scewed...)
Delicate
His body, a map of memories, marked by scars and other remnants;
years of life in a country coloured war. I rub them, try to ease them,
and replace their tainted linger.
He starts to sing, his lips like a bursting pillow, purple with a centred freckle
like a lost diamond passionfruit seed. He hushes delicate lyrics
in a private lover’s language, gentle like the wind and quiet like the sky.
He sings his prayer until I pounce my lips on his and his song, stopped, now a heavy moan.
We start to touch with fingertips rich, our skins our only clothing.
I trace his impenetrable flaws into unconditional circles, and explore his bodies’ swells.
His chest like active pasture, deep brown and soft like a summers fruit.
His eyes, darker then tree trunks, with a depth like the ocean, remind me of a sturdy hope.
He kisses me deeper, his mouth like a cave of secrets that reels me in.
He holds my body – melting like chocolate in the sun – close to his,
and I hold his head. My fingers sink into his lustrous curls
black like superstition and I’m taken, lost. I smile.
I kiss the top of his head, the tip of his nose and below his lips.
I succumb now; my head next to his, our heavy breathes thickening the air like incense. His hands under my breasts, on my breasts and then to the parts of my body that pulsate like an exhilarated heart.
Between my thighs now, and we move in beautiful movements, his coffee skin swirling in my milk white flesh. Pleasure swaying like ocean waves, passion dancing like red wine on a tipsy tongue and our bodies now dripping like candle wax. How I love to watch his face and feel the changes in his body. Our mouths are open and together and I taste myself on his perfect lips. The room now, filled with a natural aroma, and finished faces of loving giggles,
our love in a red room.
Lani
__________________
"I wanna know the pain."
"The pain?"
"Yer," she replied, "all the struggles, the agony. I want to feel it, too."
~ Eight Cups of Coffee.
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This is who I want to be.
" Imagine if all you ever did was kill for God. What kind of being would you be? An Angel sword dripping, your wings always dipped in blood.....Imagine."
