04/14/2009

I slip into a delusional body of reverie. 

 

Sarcastic You who finally caught my eye is here, in the double bed of my psyche. Your right hand on my stomach begins to rub softly and Your other hand moves to exploration.  As it shifts over the inside of my elbow, I shiver. 

Your fingers move back and forth over my edgy stomach until I’m shaking. 

 

One hand moves to my breasts, soon joined by its match.

I am overcome with desire for you, Eye Catcher; my nipples harden and my flower dews.  You sigh in approval and continue to torture me with Your soft touches. I slip into a delusional body of reverie. 

 

Sarcastic You who finally caught my eye is here, in the double bed of my psyche. I yearn for Your skin to align with mine, for a kind utterance from You, Eye Catcher.  Instead, the hands move downward, encircling my waist and then framing my hips.  I strain toward Your fingertips, arching my back, pleading in the only way a body can.

 

Here in the double bed of my psyche you never speak to me.  Not  of stolen moments, of time spent capriciously and blissed out heads and everything before the deep immaculate kiss…..  Your lips drag back and forth over my waiting mouth until I’m quaking.

 

Still You tease me with Your touch. Your hands move down my legs avoiding the part of me that my blood and heart are begging silently for You to fondle.  You work Your way to the soft underside of my knees and cause me to whimper.  Overcome with desire for you, Eye Catcher

 

Instead of torturing me as You are want to do You continue downward until Eye Catcher, you take hold of my ankles.  My craving  rising to such a feverish pitch, I’m almost screaming.  I slip further into a delusional body of reverie arching my back, pleading in the only way a body  can.

 

And then…. In one fell plunge You press Your ruby lips against mine and clasp them there for what seems like an eternity before thrusting the kiss inside my mouth and down into my soul.

 

 Time for some reverent talk about one deep, immaculate kiss and all the ecstasy therein…..

 

so red and ripened, gathering inside,

a sinking twist in viscera

from a deep, immaculate kiss

 

 

The soft underside of my knees begin to quiver and cause me to simper. I yearn for Your skin against mine, for a kind word from you, Eye catcher.

 

 

a deep, immaculate kiss

a sinking twist in viscera

gathering inside, so red and ripened<o

:p>

 

 

 

Instead I’ll remain tortured as I did before; discontinued.  My craving is at a feverish pitch. I’m screaming as I lay despondent on the double bed of my psyche.  I slip further into a delusional body of transcendental irreverence.  I reverently push it away; the longing and the aspiration……

Like Leonard Cohen says I should.