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.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
thirst
Posted by boudica of suburbia at 9/27/2007
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Here here.
I drink to lust, and everything in between.
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