Word of the Day Challenge #75-Untitled Poem

Eyes aglitter

feral

wild

smell of lust

burns in the air.

Stare at one another

fear mixed with excitement

this sense of play

this sense of want

alien to me.

Worship at the alter of my body

bruises on my throat

caress my desire

to a burning fire

as I submit

yield my inner self to you.

Sensations

peak

carry me ahigh

I feel as though…..

I shudder…..

petite mort

left

languid limbs

stretched taut

again and again.

I am stammering

undone

begging

pleading for your entrance.

Glorious…..

my voice raises

screaming devotion

nails raking scars

come together

bodies merged as one

alive

content

this is love.

©Nov. 21/19

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