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Click hereLust alights and lightly lingers
In half lit corridor step back takes
With sunstroked fickle fine tooth fingers
As rays of sun through cloud break breaks
Well befitiing a woman on fire
A perfect pointed halo of desire
On this with warm un-refusing eye
Move to mate this strange stranger
Our lips have already said goodbye
Sin’s silk sheets seek daylight’s danger
Passion with weight the same as regret
Who knows the half life of our secret?
Rings entwine, interlock and separate
As you see on stage in magic shows
We to our hungers we seek to sate
And then after she comes she goes
Our time together is in split lap days
We love our love in stop motion ways
Eyes blindly led followed forward
Folded open reveling in revealed skin
Held tight as jealous petals might
Bekon wanton bees a little deeper in
I smile a wicked smile and pretend
I am richer for all this in the end
Her bronzy brass bold body hides
Secret scents I yearn to taste
Her mouth too is hungry for mine
We love in economy; only time to waste
Moving together we build, tremble and fall
Gathering windy sheets as if nothing at all
Her to hers and me to it too
It distracts me beyond a care
We could sell tickets to this drama
The afters of an afternoon affaire
Will we find our places - She lover, and I clown
Whenever the curtain decides to finally come down?
happening here:
Held tight as jealous petals might
Bekon wanton bees a little deeper in (not sure abouit "in" - here, also think it is "beckon")
You are pressing alliteration to the limit of it's effectiveness
Sin’s silk sheets seek daylight’s danger
Her bronzy brass bold body hides
advise backing off a little
the ending of your poem was my favorite part. The image of selling tickets to a clown loving someone is a funny image.
has been recommended in the new poems thread on the poetry feedback and discussion forum. Thank you for submitting it!
Peace,
Angeline