Hostel
August 14, 2020
The Shell Game
August 14, 2020
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I Get Off

 

Looking from afar the swaying of your hips, calling me forward

My tongue slides against teeth gates yearning to taste you.

Uncertainty of touching a frame like yours, is my only setback

Posting up against this wall, my knees weaken

Oh, you’re coming closer

Step by step

Eyes locking with mine

Cannot move

I don’t want to move

Breathing in deep your scent, my body quivers under your hands

Sliding your hands up my grateful frame, begging for more

Hips rotate against hips

My arms lazily wrap around you bringing you closer

Footsteps are heard and you leave my warm embrace

Footsteps are coming closer, and all I want are your steps back to me

Meeting once again

My body is done with these unfulfilled meetings

Walking forward, your curves demand to be caressed

I do not touch you in slow wave lengths, worried that you’ll turn to dust

I do not hover my lips in front of yours

Pulling you into my embrace, my lips capture yours, taking life from your lungs into mine, giving me the strength I need….

To lay my body down

To stay conscience as your tongue does its will

To not go into shock from your electrifying caresses

To know the different between the sheet and your hair

To

To go over the edge and climb back up….

Having me a taste

My name never sounded so good

Melodies of vocals compete with the connecting of skin

Ah, kiss me again

I need more strength to endure

Never again will I accept distance of our bodies

Never again will I accept anything but

You

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