This is a special post from Anglemen1978 to Purrrkittypurr :
For longer than a taste or two I will linger
Lips against lips softly against soft.
I will linger in eyes – my prison
Visions of sweetness of sweat, of lust.
For longer than a taste or two
Promisings of the ecstasy’s sins.
Dance soft – circles across my tongue
awakening and arousing.
Whispers auctioned
in the throes of passions
drink until my appetite is laid bare.
For a moment or two command my civility
my shadow, my touch
My very secret
into words spoken as prayer,
into words cried in breaths of consummation.
Perfection – as my own is wondered well
countless times -stabs and penetrates
into the salvation of the truth of desire.
tinkertoot 