"down", second draft
I wrote this nearly two years ago.
down
second draft
i took her down for more
to find out everything:
her ears,
lips,
her belly,
lips,
her thighs,
lips
i need company
livelier than egg nog and
rum
to remind me of the
breeze she spills in my mouth
and her pheromones, her nectar,
her chills, chills, chills
shooting thru me
at lightspeed
the minutes coalesce into hours
into decades
and she loses sense
as i explore more and more:
her hair,
lips,
her neck,
lips,
her hips
lips
her lips,
my lips
in her, i am lost as her wits
and her essence
on my tongue,
at my fingertips
her scents become mine
the decades coalesce into hours
into minutes:
as she resides in silent trance
when she returns
i will take her down for more
Copyright © 2004 Andrew G. Wever.