Shattered

[bluejeanbabyamy]

to be touched
say it--”touched”--
an intimate kiss
when he says my name, his
voice seeping through me,
pooling into my caverns
and curves
when he says my name;
every breath from him
a fine, careful sip--
the very essence trailing
across my skin--
the rise of the heat
the pulse thudding
mouth to mouth
lip to lip
thirsty across my tongue
across my breasts
and at last eddying down
to that secret opening;
he intoxicates me, lusting
and loving and kissing
between my thighs--
giving and giving
until I see those pink sparks
behind my eyes
and then
it’s black--such a dark
blackness--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 into
me and I’m undone
shaking and squeezing
as that deep deep drink
mixes with mine;
low, uncontrolled vowels
escape from my red lips,
and a shudder wracking
through my cunt, I whisper “touch--” and
arching
my back I
drop the glass,
shattering.

 

[Neonurotic]

Deja vu or something new, some new, someone knew.