shortlived crush, of butterfly winged
whisper on my flesh. tickled eyelash
kiss of air upon my lonely cheek. palest
flush in crimson raw spread up to
touch thy face.
gentlest touch in lover's new, afloat
in love's closed eyes. bruised on
lips, warmest breathe flowed in to
quench thy thirst.
blind of sight, to all but this
woman's whispered rush. moisten tips and
touch this flesh, scrap finger to wanton's
well. harbor dream of sultry sound, soon to
greet thy love.
warmth inside, a silken web spun tight
around a tock. grip of night, blind in day,
left only in briefest time. drown in sleep, then,
bluff thy death.
This one, sort of.. well, sucks. No title, but suggestions are welcome.
[This message has been edited by knightlyshadows (01-08-2003 05:52 AM).]