cree que su corazón está minando al mismo tiempo que continúa a mendigar de por vida

Conjured hues of blued succulence

slip pasts tainted lips
painted and pouted

a different shade of rouge…

And I listen!

I listen for the hymn that bellows below her skirt.
trip past pits, pats and scats,
as her legs drum
the hum drum

drumming

sweet whispers

dancing

outside

my head.

And I listen.

I listen to

fingers snapping

hands clapping

clasping boldly against my spine

caressing, gently

plucking, pulling skin

skillfully.

sinfully.

and I wait.

I wait for

the big band

to swing right

bop left
arythmically

like shallowed

echoes

in each

and every step

she takes...

i can feel the

murmurings of

Miles

for miles

and miles

and i am mesmerized!

mesmerized

with want..

wanting her to

play me

curiously
raw and hard.

As she has

SO

many times before.

SHE
A random rhythm reddened by anger!

Rhythmically banging notes
like desires pounding

heat and sweat
a top entwined nakedness

of jealous lovers with

ravenous
passions
resisting the urge to FUCK!

2 b continued....

kdtaylor, 2009

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when you think your heart is eroding continue to beg for life