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Enough Said I Believe

Enough Said I Believe

15/31

t-tremble:

The sheets are red,
the deep, carnal red
of love and lust and marrow
not the delicate white of virgins;

they are red as the lines that ache
to be etched into your back,
like gentle blood drops blooming on your skin,
not the soft of virgin kisses.

and the bed is body-warm and tousled,
tangles to be entwined in,
I have spilled a bottle of sunshine on the sheets
to compliment your smiles,

I am waiting for you here.

“Lust”

precariousramblings:

We are not sated

By simply being in someone’s presence

Our carnal needs, overbearing

As we grapple for some form of sustenance

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The padded whorls of fingertips, where

Each spiral haphazardly corkscrews out of control

Breathes heavy with the potential gain

Drinking in as much as we can of one another

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A whirlwind of emotions

Overpowering our senses

With silken fabrics of fire

Covering up any traces of inhibitions

Nicely put I would say.