The Storm Approaches..

close my eyes with your dark cloud kisses
as sweat drips salty lines over my Appalachian
curves to the sea of cotton folds in our bed.
Your vines wrapped tight around these hips swirled
in the wash of the song ebbing from my heartbeat.
Knees swayed weakly by your fingers making furrows
into my submissive skin. Ring the chimes of my breasts
with the gentle breeze of your lips as my willowed touch
on your spine kicks up your storm winds. Blowing rough
through me, I fall back with sighed breath and shimmered
words into the feathered dawn of this jeweled moment.
Spinning with drunken desire into your stalking lips, I want
one emerald kiss to make my heart stop. Let me absorb
your bliss into my deep currents as my tangled mangroves
ensnare you. A beg slips my lips calling the tides to come.
Lush monsoon lover, I am thirsty...you will be my rain?
GypsyHeartedPoet GypsyHeartedPoet
41-45, F
2 Responses Aug 20, 2014

As you write...I **********. So erotic

Spicey stuff, this a flower is a wilting...