Wednesday, November 19, 2008

whimper

your name
is a silent prayer
i whisper
in the caressing darkness

feverish,
i rise and fall
on whims
of your fingertips
running
the length of my back--
exploring every crevice,
every fold.

with each gentle dip
i whimper
your name--
hurried devotions
sinful supplications;
each velvet flick
of your tongue
leaves fire in my loins;

i burn. i sigh
your sacred syllables
under my breath--
they cocoon and drown me,
drown the fever;
send sweet shivers
down to my navel.

shuddering salvation
comes thick.

i drink
your name
drunk.

1 comment:

Niel said...

"comes thick"

Hmmm...erotic.