Her lips parted slightly
Moist, inviting and full
I shut my eyes- woozy and heavy
I feel her press, squeeze and pull
I feel her tongue taking the lead
Rolling, tasting, biting...
Sucking the life out of me...
I'm drowning, flying and fighting
Her fingers search, grope and grasp
Rough, urgent and wet
I moan- I writhe- I push- I grow
And we haven't even met...
I open my eyes and look at her
I see and look and stare
I push her back and smile and watch
Till she stands all raw and bare
She closes in on a bead of sweat
and licks it from my chest
I clench my fist and hold my breath
I can't hold back the rest...
I wake up with the sound of winds
Bringing upon the dawn
With closed eyes I reach out and turn
but I know that she is gone
She's left behind a photograph
of her eyes that stare without fear
I see moisture lining her soulless eyes
strugling to be a tear
They looked at me with lament
haunting, fixed and bold...
those Empty Eyes have tales to tell
and stories never told...
I sprawl the bed and silently think
about how we rose and came
Her fragrance fills the air around
But it just won't tell her name...