27/8/05

The Gift

27/8/05 02:52
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*birthday poem for [livejournal.com profile] sixfeetunderme*

and i can taste him
like the sweet sour of sin
running down my chin and onto my breasts
as we caress
by the light of a full moon
his nails in my skin
and his teeth at my kneck
rolling in the heavenly hell
of black satin sheets
dripping with sweat.

i climb onto him
and straddle like
only a true lover can
taking him deep within my self...
deeper then any man
has ever been
or will be again
because no one can touch me
the way he does
and feeling me tire of being in control
he flips me over and pins me on my back

he moans as i groan his name
and beg him to take me
and he does
just how i like it
hurting me and holding me
all in the same touch
giving me every senseation i have ever craved
and i give it back to him three fold

and when we collapse in ecstasied exhaustion
i whisper in his ear
happy birthday baby

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