your name on the tip of my tongue…. smooth your skin slid…too long…
that night you told me to whisper
left an angry flush from your fingertips along my back….just to get a rise out of me
pebble my skin and slap against me even in memory….
your phantom kiss runs to pools slick around my thighs and I find each night as restless as the one before….
all from the yearning…
fevered in me….
slow burning and flameless….
the sun flickered, summoned by my sleeping moan….
we bewitched daybreak with our loving
called the stars to the sky through the quickening…. blended pulse
stayed the sun until our completetion
squeezing infinity into mortal hours for sake of longevity
the cold encompasses the globe…but we smolder
All are welcome
Now THIS is a poem. Great work.