Thursday, September 27, 2007

thirst

i can feel you yielding, conceding.
that engulfing suppleness of mind,
ripe for the taking

i carve my initials into you, heels down,
your skin surrendering soft, swollen scars
to my burgeoning caress

if anything were meant to be, it is this,
a toast to a consummate thirst,
and to our reckless lust.

1 comment:

The Shadow Cabinet said...

Here here.
I drink to lust, and everything in between.