This thing

What was it?

The meeting of our flesh.

Was it simply stolen moments,

seconds of endless passion.

 

What do you call:

bite marks in flesh,

scratch marks on his back,

smeared red lipstick on my lips.

 

Is there a name for this?

Lacey panties on the floor,

blankets pushed to the side.

Kisses on my inner thigh,

nibbles on your neck.

 

Oh my lover, what do you call this, is there a name?

Oh my lover, steal me away to this nameless thing,

drown me in this nothing.

Reviews

[Dutch Jr.]

Again, tone and voice are very much a great quality of this poem. I like the message too. Meaningless sex that is probably void of any passion whatsoever, but is very stimulating and feels good to all your physical senses. Vivid images, nice, eloquent word choice for such poetry. Dope.

[whiteravhen]

girl, you're one of a kind :)

[R Smith]

I can think of a name but drowning in this nothing sounds good, an exciting poem on many levels! Well written Kat :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Very nice use of words and thoughts. I like how you create good places and question for the reader. Some places have many terms and words to describe the places where lovers dance. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
Coyote