You kiss me
and our lips melt into each other like smooth wax.
Your warm spit enters my mouth like a gift,
luscious and wet.
You are inside me,
outside of me,
all over me,
the urgency of your desire
a thick veil wrapped around me.
Your wanting body
pressed flush to mine,
so hard against my softness.
We rock together in syncopation.
Our dreams complexly intertwined,
like a lattice pattern
similar to the black lace trim
lining the edges of my panties,
the boundary of which
you have pushed aside
to enter me.
You penetrate me to the depths of my being.
You touch me,
touch me
TOUCH ME
so deep…
Rolling and flowing over me in sensuous waves,
surfing and riding me,
cresting,
peaking,
you are all pulsing and fluid,
crashing
until spent,
you retreat again,
like the fading of the tide.
Then you are gone.
Again and again,
you count coup on me, body and soul,
harming me with this terrible pleasure.
It is not possible to emerge unscathed.
Counting coup refers to the winning of prestige in battle by the Plains Indians of North America. Warriors won prestige by acts of bravery in the face of the enemy, and these acts could be recorded in various ways and retold as stories. Any blow struck against the enemy counted as a coup, but the most prestigious acts included touching an enemy warrior with the hand, bow, or with a coup stick then escaping unharmed. — Wikipedia
Beautiful write….
thanks darling 🙂
hot!
you know it 😉
Harming with terrible pleasure, what an amazing construct that is! I have to also admit, that photo is delicious – tempting, teasing and tastefully erotic, like the poem itself.
thanks my dear 🙂
Reblogged this on eroticapoetica and commented:
In anticipation of Valentine’s Day, I am sharing some of my poetry that portrays different aspects of love. Yesterday’s was the lighter side of love. This one today shows a darker side. Beneath the facade of a loving relationship can simmer war-like intention and harm. Those aspects are usually relegated to the subconscious or unconscious side of our emotions, and yet they are present in a discernible way nonetheless.
I really liked this part: “You are inside me, / outside of me, / all over me”, as well as a lot of other parts. Very sensual.
thanks for your comment. I suppose highlighting the dark side of love might be taboo in a way
You’re welcome. Yes, it certainly could be. Taboos are always falling and erecting.
Falling and erecting? Ha ha nice choice of language
Thanks. I like the choices that languages provide.