Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Spent



"Spent"


My pulse is pounding
As your lips trace mine
Your eyes avoid me
Your seduction begins

Every moan that escapes you
Quickens my heart
You play the perfect lover
Whispering sins I am willing to commit

Your fingers dance
Lightly
Teasingly
Across my…body

The beast in me rises
To the rhythm of sweat
We are consumed
Touching, Tasting, Enjoying
Our Bliss is reached
A crescendo
A cascading exhaustion
Overtakes us

Your curves pressed
Perfectly against me
We collapse entwined
Spent

Half awake
Half dreams
Licking my lips
I smile knowingly
Tasting you


By
Thomas Aiden

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