Difference between revisions of "The Drowning Flesh"

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Author: by Peleps Morvern

Description: A book of erotic poems, known for their youthful vigour and innocent enthusiasm.

My skin still bears traces of your teeth

Your hands, they tease me

I want my tongue to ride

The dunes created in your slender

Calloused hands.

You are my muse of agony

Raising up the ceiling,

While I`m softly trickling down;

May I remind you dear friend,

You do bite, and yes, please, hold my hand.

I am drowning for your kiss

A word of hope

Of lust

Surreal bliss.

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I feel the sea awake in me,

An infinite ocean of DESIRE

I`d like to scream

I`ve never wanted more

Never have I expected less

Come now,

Come soon

Come see my ruffled hair

Come see me laughing

How did I get entangled?

Hold tight those ropes

My hair`s such a mess!

I am the waves of rage

Bringing you in

I want you to spiral down

My nape is longing for a gust of salty air,

Your breath burning all over my back

Let`s stage a mock rescue,

I think I need to be thrown overboard.

Dive with me my mad man

Plunge deeper, the tides will part

The underworld will swallow us

We all need to die a little to make a brand new start.

I think I`m drowning

I`m out of breath

So wild,

The fastest whirlpool

Of the night

The sand is rustling softly

Slower now

The skies are closing up

And new horizons,

As wide as my ecstatic grin.