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.
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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