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Click heretip of a tongue
paints it's humid trail
a cross
first across
from shoulder to shoulder
you giggle
when hair astray
brushes by below
your chin
slow, so slow
a whisper detected
on inaudible exhale
then
a tilted trajectory
and a last limber
luscious lick
from hungry lips
down face down throat
crossing paths with history
and extend
that pillow book calligraphy
on a journey
always as virginal
and anew
you sigh
and tilt my perspective
to hold a breath
until I've passed
still a whisper
slow, so slow
to feel all of me
through your tastebuds
so I linger in that
breathless pit
and taste your pulse
once more
before breathless
I descend
to finally
finally
exchange whispers
for wails
tongue trail crucifixion
for exuberant exploitation
of your most hidden
most hungry
your most
most everything
no cross this time
but every other sign
under the stars
This caught me ...
so I linger in that
breathless pit
and taste your pulse
once more
before breathless
I descend
*shiver*
I liked the title. :D
Damn hot poem, Liar.
(thermometer left at default and does not reflect my vote.)
the lines 'your most/most everything' drove it home for me. As weird as this may sound it was very respectful and precious all at once. Lovely.