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Enough
I crave his form,
his seed upon my lips
his name falling from
my spine as I whither
away under his shadow
It is not enough;
I crave his poison,
his throat as he catches his breath
his desire as I coil myself around him
my senses cloudy
folded in his sin
It is not enough;
I crave his soul,
his granite like tongue
his touch clawing at my rapture
consuming me
and missing me when I'm gone
his seed upon my lips
his name falling from
my spine as I whither
away under his shadow
It is not enough;
I crave his poison,
his throat as he catches his breath
his desire as I coil myself around him
my senses cloudy
folded in his sin
It is not enough;
I crave his soul,
his granite like tongue
his touch clawing at my rapture
consuming me
and missing me when I'm gone
Published 16th Aug 2014
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- Edited 16th May 2018 3:44pm
16th Aug 2014 8:00pm
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16th Aug 2014 9:28pm
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- Edited 16th May 2018 5:40pm
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18th Aug 2014 2:58pm
18th Aug 2014 3:56pm
Beautiful work Tommie ... That first stanza is perfection. "his name falling from my spine ..." OMFG!!!
18th Aug 2014 4:14pm
I love it when that happens! I'm pretty sure Big Daddy does too! Hehe, thank you LSP. :)
The all consuming power of love. It's never enough is it? Like you want to consume them and to be one with you. Great write.
18th Aug 2014 9:56pm