September 12, 2017

Burn Wounds Left By Lesser Men. {Adult Poem}


Burn my soul, he cried—

Show me what it’s like to be
The water rolled up in your tide
I’ll ride your crests
Gently slide hands across your breasts
Lower, lower
Slower, slower
With this throbbing girth
Unto your castle, my seed gives birth
Drinking, lapping, tongues collapsing
All day fasting
Now we meet
Energy fields dance then greet
Invite me in to feel your heat
Fire, Fire
Higher, Higher 
In this space between
Lovers feast, she his Queen
Souls revealed, crystalized mystique
Bodies reach primal peak
Screams of pure delight
Carry with them heavenly flight
Yes, yes, take me higher
Angels sing, anoint, universal choir
Two souls cosmically intertwined
Pelvic thrusts god-like, rubies mined
Skin coated in 14-karat gold
Wings of flight have taken hold
Inside her, pushing deeper, deeper
Chakras spinning, lighthouse keeper
Light her up, sing her song
Vibrations emitting hard and long
Now cool her down, hold her tight
All past sins you did rewrite
Love marks delicately placed on skin
Erase wounds left by lesser men



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Author: Sarah Martin
Image: Pixabay 
Editor: Catherine Monkman
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