quicksand

oh fuck

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Immediately feel your hands at my waist
Imagine pushing you against the wall
Ripping the button off your pants
I want to know what you feel like
Cupped in my palm
To know how your tongue glides on my skin
Would you flush with heat as fast as my heartbeat?
The rough curve of your jaw marking me in smudged streaks
Air thick with barely audible
Sobs and collusion of skin against skin
Fingertips weaving through my hair
Coaxing me into you further
Seeking the exquisite pain
Of this secret fantasy…

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Posted on September 22, 2010, in Poetry and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

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