Poetry In Motion
By MistressDistress
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Poetry in Motion
The clock strikes two, the sky black ink,
I’m feeling kinda lonesome.
On nights like these, time has no wings-
It’s no fun on your ownsome.
Pick up the phone and whisper to you
“Want you here with me.”
It’s obvious that you’ll succumb-
Mine, irrevocably.
Warm lips to lips and skin to skin,
Your heart a part of mine
Now hips to hips, restraint wears thin,
Two halves of one design.
Your name as sweet as poison
Paving blind drugged fantasy.
The power of your thrusting
Cataclysmic ecstasy.
The salt of sweat; sex-etiquette
Sets roles of ‘master’, ‘slave’.
Forever bound in servitude
This is how I behave.
And you’re leading me to Hades,
But somehow I cease to care
Shackled to your burning body-
Makes us feel we belong there.
Your iron blood makes make-up mud
A violent passion play
So very wrong, it’s almost right-
When it’s too much
(It’s never too much)
If it’s too much, just say....
Impassive day reveals its face
So ends our killing-time.
Thrill with the shock of feeling
Reeling- our worlds intertwined.
You’re something that I never knew,
Just wished and thought and dreamed,
And now I breathe the glowing truth-
You’re all you ever seemed.
You calm your breathing, kiss my cheek
And leave without commotion.
My angel- even fully clothed
You’re poetry in motion.
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