Friday, June 6, 2014

Breathless

Your name appears in the tip of my tongue like a kiss,
Sweet, sweet nectar of the gods...
A seductive lullaby spilling forth from between my lips,
Leaving me breathless, you're a work of art.
And I am an obedient pet when you have me cornered
Your lips on my lips, your name on my skin
And I will quietly  do what I am ordered
As long as your hands on my hips, your fingertips
Knot in my hair and leave me breathless.

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