Neck High Wet

you sweet sexy beautiful thing
to kiss
to hold
to cover you
with my souls adorations
and the bodies
quaking passions

im forced to endlessly
stuff my feelings
as if suffocating
into a place
absent of an
entrance or exit
giving me
the no comfort
of black frigid
encastellations
and dead ends

the pain of separation
can only be released
when you pull me with
living hands
into you
like warm waters
hold me desperately tight
and slit me open
with your shimmering lips
and heart braking kisses

so i may fall
to pieces
at your splendid
feminine feet
delectable 
and
that i may
finally release
my endless aching
a coiled burden
and find my self
stupidly happy
flushed and warm
neck high wet

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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