fury courses through my body
reaching to my fingertips
thrumming to my heartbeat
my hands curl into stony fists
if only looks could kill...
spiral tight into a saccharine lust
and holding tight to your veins
beneath marbled flesh
thoughts fade not to silence
but to a deep steady beat
consistent with our movement
flushed cheeks plead quietly
and wrists flow steadily
caressing lips too harshly
but brushing up too close
and collapsing back
wasted
and empty
run dry
and used up
x♥x
A contest entry
- Intensity by notallowedtocry.
750 points, ended June 3, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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'my body'
touchable
'fingertips'
kissable
'heartbeat'
feelable
'lust'
enjoyable
'flesh'
lickable
'flushed cheeks'
watchable
'wrists'
holdable
'lips'
caressable
the whole of you....havable!
Kisses, honey!
Galaxy2
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