Your weight
Penetrate
The thick fog
Slick, wet
Miles of road
Between us, not a breath
Could fit
Tightly twined
I hold
Your body against my
Heartbeat
Reverberates in
The tips of my nipples
Abraided by the soft fur of
Your chest
Beard
Skin
Lips
So soft
So rough
Please
Please don’t stop
Filling me
Kissing me
Awake
I flutter my eyes open, biting back the moan desperately trying to escape, and the heat of the night meets cold morning light in jarring unreality.
You were with me
Over me
In me
Every step
Every thrust
Every gasp
Every plea
Every need
Until I awoke
Swimming in the
Tears
My body weeps
For you
It’s wonderful!
Thank you, Chris.
a beautiful lament!
Waking up to the truth, especially when phantoms haunt your fevered dreams, is cause for lamentations.
Nice. Some of your verses evoke the passionate couplets of Sappho, especially that last one. One has to embrace the thought of much said with few words.
Thank you, Tom.
Have you ever had a dream so real you could feel it? All of it?
There’s a bereft-ness to the silence that greets you upon waking. Finding yourself alone – when you were absolutely certain, before opening your eyes – that you were anything *but* alone… Such a startling, stark reality to face.
But we all must wake eventually. Perhaps one day I’ll master the art of dreaming awake.
Pretty fab, and powerful.
Fab and powerful. Right now, I feel anything but… But thank you. <3
Hot and feisty! Erotic and thoughtful. All those things i look in poetry. Outstanding, dearest!
Thank you, my dear.
My pleasure ????