Like a Thousand Stars

[bluejeanbabyamy]

To be touched
to say the word ‘touch’
as intimate as a kiss
when a lover says my name
and I feel every
breath from his beating body
trail across my skin;
the rise of the heat
the pulse thudding
from mouth to mouth
a thirsty tongue flickers
across my breasts, the tongue
lines down to the wet secret opening;
he moves like I’m wine
and I’m intoxicated
by this man, this man
lusting and loving
and stroking the lips between
my thighs and he gives
and gives when I see
pink sparks behind my eyes
and then its black, such a dark
black, and I’m heady,
falling into
words I can’t help but
say that come
from the center of my sex
and his
and then there it is,
the first thrust of his hips
into me and I’m undone
shaking and squeezing him--
a low growl we can’t control--
and the shuddering moan
wracking through
my cunt like a thousand stars
he gives me the night.

 

[butters]

love this

it embodies expectation, love, desire, tension, the colours - ohh, the colours - it embraces sexuality

 

[butters]

p.s this might be better suited over on the Poetry Feedback and Discussion forum rather than in the hangout. still like the piece, though. *nods*