I felt every drop dripping
like a sieve left for ages to let its wet slowly
begin taking a woman
her heart
her dress and her gaze
down by the soft skin of her ankles
her skin a vibration
enervated by the air
Being vulnerable and uncovered
in some back room
I didn't hold her close
she kept me at arms length
suckling at the thoughts of where
skin might touch skin
and her mouth was a temple and I prayed
revelation painted every hungry glance
reveling in her blue depths
My eyes are brown sometimes
and sometimes green.
my mouth will eat when I am not hungry
and I will take
my hands a'plunder
for we have bargained
and with every drop
every drip you let down
my skin all a'shiver
I'll close my eyes
all greens and blues and you close your eyes
bright as they are
Tied up and bound to whatever anchor might come to you
left alone writhing on a bed of your autumn
when spring comes it pays no heed to the seasons that were
as it is desiring of warmth
enveloped in your helpless cling to what was a season before
like a thunderstorm
that brings summer rain to bear against a northern wilting
like the cum that paints a sapling pussy
until its autumn's shudder gives way to the heat
come from the shifting axis of a world to its Sun
from here winter is far
and the wings of summer
hold to the the sky and circle
like a sieve left for ages to let its wet slowly
begin taking a woman
her heart
her dress and her gaze
down by the soft skin of her ankles
her skin a vibration
enervated by the air
Being vulnerable and uncovered
in some back room
I didn't hold her close
she kept me at arms length
suckling at the thoughts of where
skin might touch skin
and her mouth was a temple and I prayed
revelation painted every hungry glance
reveling in her blue depths
My eyes are brown sometimes
and sometimes green.
my mouth will eat when I am not hungry
and I will take
my hands a'plunder
for we have bargained
and with every drop
every drip you let down
my skin all a'shiver
I'll close my eyes
all greens and blues and you close your eyes
bright as they are
Tied up and bound to whatever anchor might come to you
left alone writhing on a bed of your autumn
when spring comes it pays no heed to the seasons that were
as it is desiring of warmth
enveloped in your helpless cling to what was a season before
like a thunderstorm
that brings summer rain to bear against a northern wilting
like the cum that paints a sapling pussy
until its autumn's shudder gives way to the heat
come from the shifting axis of a world to its Sun
from here winter is far
and the wings of summer
hold to the the sky and circle