UNTITLED 10

Your skin like burnished coal

Warm to the feel

I wanna touch

Let my hands wander down

The doll body

Peeling back the clothes

Revealing you

Lithe and live

And nubile and unsullied

To make my plaything

A toy for the black days

Where we wrap each other

Under the weather

Your body on mine

Convoluting

A torrent of sighs cascading in our singular form

Writhing like a conjoined deity

Hush!

There can be no rush

As we grope and feel and caress and thrust

Giddy to the pearly beads of sweat pooling in the desire of our lovemaking

You are

A

Mistress in distress

To destress

Nothing more nothing less

Oh but to kiss your skin

Glowing like burnished coal

To taste your heifer breasts

To feed off your prepubescent body

Ripe in libidinous luminescence

A magnificent spectacle

Oh the thrill

The striking passion

All in the glorious game

Of a man who must not be caught

© Sena Frost “17
photo courtesy google images

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Daughter Of Man

 

Daughter of man

Blessed with a bosom capped with twin peaks

Emblazoned with dark tipped nipples

Lancing into my mouth

Jousting with the thrust of my tongue

Take me up into you
Take me into the place they call sin

The enclave hushed up by the priests

That none may speak freely of

That place

Where kings shorn themselves of their crowns

Take me into the place

Where Samson gave away his strength

Envelop me with your nether lips

That warm embrace the hedonist never forgets

 

Daughter of man

Blessed with a derriere so bountiful

Juggled by the sway of your hips

Lay me on your altar of gold

Pierce me with the dagger of your eyes

Wash me with the taste of your lips

Even as the fire of my loins burns

Erecting the tower of my pride

Babel reaching for the stars

Despite the flush of my cheeks

Teach me the ways of your castle

That I may lay my life down to defend it

 

Daughter of man

Adorned in the skin of the bronzed sands

Touched with the obsidian of the night

Caressed with the haze of a snowstorm

Let me into your infinite wetness

The ocean pacific of sweet loving

Animate my desire in your well of creation

So I can unlock the secrets of life

Hidden within the palaces of pleasure welled up in you

 

Daughter of man

Allow me to rappel those twin peaks

So I may embrace their dark tipped cupolas

Winding down like an acrobat

Let me overturn your mound

Tending the sweet spot

Of pleasure tendrils convulsing the cradle that is your body

In the throbbing of my need

Or the unwound coils of your want

In night or day

In the beginning and forever more

And at the height of our pleasure

We become like

God

 

© Sena Frost 2k17

image courtesy opinionatedmale.com