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.
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"comes thick"
Hmmm...erotic.
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