moving about you,
I'll talk myself to
completion ... I'll be
licked to wonder
on your tongue's
words and grace--a pearled glow
shaped in dream's shells ...
maybe you'll see me
floating, intoxicated,
on your winds--lifted on your
succulent clusters ...
your tittering breath, as it
softens ...
only a letter moves air
off your, supple, muscle, yet,
through my ears, you are singing
many love blesses across seas ...
my nerves stray in tickles ...
sensing how we quiver--
adrift like plowing ships
christened and stormed, I remain
buoyant in saliva--careened
into your mouth--crashed into kisses
on sultry shores of your lips ...
alluring seams parting ...
snapping ... out of it,
regaining consciousness ...
I'm coming to ... ears feel
you whisper, "I love you ... love
you ... love you ... love you ...
love you" ....
O' ... I'm goin' ...
down ...
Written By, Darkest Angel
Written September 26, 2010
r.w. November 28, 2010
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