The Hand Flirts...
The hand flirts in dangerous tides, unknowing strides
As it travels through the midnight air
Calm collected, undetected
When the penetrating silence unends the table’s top
A flip-flop slap
Across the backside of her most delicious form
I simply couldn’t help myself you see
I simply had to place my hands upon thee
And taste through touch what words alone could devour
In an hour of regretless pantomine
We echo out our aching time
Time and time again
Sin inside of your burning caress
A maddening tress tickles my dreams
I steal a smile inside your heart
Steal a mile inside this empty cart
Where is my citizen’s arrest
Where is my fortuitous test
Of the bonds between your wrists?
Naked flesh bound to pasty oaks
Pasty soaps and bubbles I paint around your breasts.
Heave your chest to the sky
Pronounce the shame
Scream the flames of your heart
And when you ask why
Whisper so slightly
Press that strawberry flesh into my ear
Caress
Undress
My mind
My bound muse
Amuse me
Abuse my intellect
With your naughty fucking tongue.
Slip those vowels and consonants
Into indescribable intense
Allegorical adversaries
Combating in the canals of my mind
The gondola’s tone disrupted
Chaotically abrupted
Fantastically silenced
By those moistened bits of language.
I want my cerebellum to digest your words
My corpus callosum to masturbate itself to sleep
At the thought of you fucking my mind
Whilst entwined
Your legs around my hips
Your wrists chained behind your hips
Your hair a failing blanket of despair
Tattled mess
Sweet goddamn caress
A total mess, I must say...
You asked for more so I made you come again
Into the chambers of my orbiting star
Gravity pulls your thighs into my groin
You cannot ignore the law, honey
So you hold the fuck on
While science claims you as his queen
And for what seemed like an eternity
But what was really just relativity
You came upon an infinity
Of multi-dimensional space-time
Of multi-dimensional space-rhyme.
I didn’t say those legs could move
I didn’t say to stop the groove
Your panting gasps can’t cry loud enough
To make my lust extinguish thus
Drape your nails across my back
Carve the truth into that flesh
And once you’ve traveled up to my neck
You look into these eyes of mine
You let the nerves under this spine
Tell me the truth of this sublime
Encounter underneath the midnight stars.
~Christopher Loflin
I don't know when I wrote this but I posted it to my Facebook page many moons again. (Edit: No title.)
