In a light-flooded room
I sit on the edge of the bed:
black iron four-poster
white cotton sheets
sheer silk curtains.
"Come here," you say.
I come.
Hands on my face,
lips claiming mine.
I cannot breathe,
cannot stand,
cannot move,
cannot close my eyes.
Knees buckle and you
guide me down,
continuing your attack.
More kisses:
my neck,
my collar bone.
A frantic gasp threatens to escape
my mouth, except that your lips
bar the exit,
my shriek passing into you.
I must fight back,
lean up off the mattress,
give you back your medicine.
At the moment when I would conquer you,
I wake up.
A contest entry
- It's All In A Kiss by silverscent.
450 points, ended October 3, 2008, 23 entries
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I enjoyed the mixed imagery you portayed here; comparing kisses with an attack. This was the sense of reality I was looking for in this conest, especially at the beginning. Simple, yet effective. Thanks for entering.
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