Tuesday, October 9, 2012

~tempo of skin~


I want to taste liquor
from your warm mouth
and feel ice cold fingers
tease trails of conbustable hunger
on my flesh
while our bodies 
mesh & collide
in a succession 
of bruised delights
staccato moans
echoed in a darkened room.
when we allow words to be expressed
in the tempo of skin.


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