“follow me…I know a place
where we can be alone”
your winter breath against my ear
fingertips tracin the hollow of my throat
a trail of promise to fulfill my need
your lips hover near mine almost grazin
electric charge of unmet desire
causin my body to strain towards yours
while you leave me suspended in longin
your touch like ice across my skin
movin with deliberate slowness
palm restin on my chest
your pressure makin me yearn for stillness
my heart falterin beneath your cold caress
I’ve poured myself out for you
filled to the brim of unrequited want
desperate with the need to be emptied
while you sip but refuse to drain me dry
you press against me
your chill seepin thru heated flesh
I surrender to your touch
shameless and eager
complete abandonment to your call
night after night you leave me fadin
heavy with unfulfilled desire
thoughts dissolvin into whispers
the taste of you lingerin
bitterly intoxicatin in its emptiness
your hands tightenin round my throat
til galaxies bloom behind my eyes
I relax into your grip sensin the edge of release
before you let go
leavin me dazed and desperate
I ache for completion
for the moment you collect your debts
I breathe into the darkness
“I’m way past due”
you only smile while I remain
This touches on longing and sadness and you mix in their desire. I like this. You open with “follow me” so you show trust is involved good piece
appreciate it
This shows a lot of passion.
thank you
A marvelous melancholy piece of writing. Well executed. Nice job.
thank you
Oh, wow.
The line doesn’t repeat, but “while you sip but refuse to drain me dry” repeated through my head while I read your piece. Offering yourself, remaining unfulfilled, unrequited passion…I felt this.
I appreciate that