Saturday, December 28, 2013

Pures ex.


Pures ex.



Flat hands
bound to go between
the wanting
and the watching,
eyes burn for this
in quiet desperation.
Yearn to learn
submission to craving
where joy for pleasure
will be amazing.
Wanting is the beginning
for desire,
the fuel for finding
a hot wet
body grinding,
mounting joy together
the muscles tense,
no recompense
nor end shall come.






All night long,
finding hands, gripping,
no soft cotton slipping,
flesh dripping in sweat.
Hard rock meets
buttock
palpitating to release
yet still increase
desire.
Man gone crazy,
slick body, once lazy
now drives the long way
through and through
for all he knew.
Invigorated for more fire
she grips the edge
hell bent her pledge,
swallowing for air
through matted
tangled hair.....