you just left, I am love drunk
you are a very bad man, my clitoral terrorist
your weapon of mass stimulation fully spent, or so you say
my body throbs shivers and goosebumps, I had things to do,
but standing is a chore, so I sit, and write.
you call me a "goddess", I resist, I refute, but how can I?
your touch intoxicates my skin, your kiss consumes me,
the words you speak ... they burrow deep into me, paralyze and invigorate my being,
what a puzzle we are, I never imagined there could be a you to a me.
what touch whores we are, a hedonistic match made in heaven.
I love our word games, and wordless moments, my bad bad man.
Wow, that's one lucky bad man.
ReplyDeleteWhen the whole Universe conspires to help two people find each other, how else can they move but in perfect harmony?
"I never imagined there could be a you to a me.
ReplyDeletewhat touch whores we are, a hedonistic match made in heaven"
Emerald, there is rare passion and sensousness in your writing. As Legacy said, thats one lucky, bad man.