Sculpture of a Souls Skin
Sculpture of a Souls Skin
A chorine sorceress
Her sweat the glistening
The sultry pleasures of trembling thighs
She presses to her pleasure
Holds me wicked with her eyes
And upon the slow perspiring trickle
Fingers trace these aching agonies
Leaving them the dry river beds
Sculptures skin of centuries
Beckon to the flood plains
With the delta’s of your hair
Rising rhythm falling soft inside a heat
The pounding fills
Impaling
On cries which taste so sweet
Your fall of Auburn clinging
Thrown back to shaking shuddering breasts
You burn inside the fountain
Expressed bitten on your lip
And I drown within the tide of you
To the red swollen purple tip
Deep within the ecstasy
And deep between your legs
Here by the pounding blood
The animal sheds its camouflage
Beast within desireth flood
Growls predatorily in my touch
Ageless Panther of dark devour
Strenuous ardour of your dripping sex
Speaks to me of a kisses surrender
In the captivity of your souls endeavour
On breath so hot and panting
Excitement coupled to the wanting
The taste upon your shoulder
Of slowly running sweat
Love screams inside the agonies
Of too expressive tongues
And would pass into eternity
Its gasping never to be undone
With the palm which slapped to my chest
Tried to clasp a beating heart
And all your beauty so released
From the whimpering in your throat
And I remember you forever
In the sculptured skin of centuries
Calls me to the flood plains
In the delta’s of your hair
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