A Sensuous War

With every arrow thrown from the lips of her moan,
I yield only an echo of the capture.
I am lost in the reverie of our war.
The thrashing salted in sweet devour
held deeply in breaths of charred lungs.
Nothing is as sweet as this destruction,
the arc of her back against my hips,
the jolting river of united frustration.
We delve into a sacred corruption,
and create a tempest to settle the
wake of day.

Reviews

[Deuces]

Perfectly penned. Ecstasy is indeed a sensuous, erotic war that you describe and emphasize so well, in this piece.

"Nothing is as sweet as this destruction" and "sacred corruption" described this feeling so well. Great piece.

[Ghost of Jupiter]

Wow, you truly excel in this writing form, so sensuous and divine. What a gorgeous poem Chrys!