by Sara Bernardo

Created on: October 01, 2008

Face like a pallet of colors
Cream, and brown ; tides over your skin
Smooth like marble, hard stone
I wait
For your advances
For my temptation to surge against the brim of desperation
I watch
Your mouth open like a song under dim overheads
Your eyes dart towards my abused frame
I need
Something to believe in; a cult of your flesh
Something to hold in my hands ; a piece of you

I crave
For Flesh on Flesh ; dreams to meet reality
For tongues lapping at my insecurities
Run your fingers over my doubts
I am hot, like the barrel of a gun in your hands
I am reeling in your touch, a victim of your demands
Touch me deep down ; fondle my worst fears
Rape my naivety until I am made whole
Use me like I use myself
A drug in your mouth; intoxicating freshness like a warm bath in your veins
Grasp my selfishness
Feel my insides against your grinding hips
Wet secrets against your thighs
Your beauty pounds against me
Lips like earthquakes against my skin
Warmth like a river flowing over my soul
Capture what you know of me and wash it away from your memory
Forget my sins , my past, my former self
Caress my purity in your soft embrace
Make me believe in your living brown eyes
Soak me into your irises like rain against the ancient ground
I want nothing more than to be a part of someone
A part of something more than myself
A part of you.

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