Christian (poem 1)

I weave my lips between yours

Relishing in their fullness

Wanting

Needing

More.

 

Your are such a tease

Never letting me indulge fully into my desire

Letting go

When I can’t take it anymore.

 

Your eyes

A golden-green haze of lust

Smiling warmly at my heat filled brown ones

 

Pretend like you don’t know what you do

To me

Every moment

 

When away

From you

And your eyes

And your lips

I doubt.

 

Cold blooded hysteria

Questioning you

And me

Only your touch

Quells my worrying soul

 

Please

Don’t break me

For my wounds

Are permanent

 

Pain

Is only good

With pleasure.

Author's Note

tell me what you think, please.