Sun hangs low
spanish moss waves slowly
a flicker in your eyes...
foretelling the sunset to come
a light golden shadow
deep within the iris
that small smirk across your pinkish lips
whispers without words
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Your fingers have eyes
they search
they prowl
Your hands have mouths
they taste
they devour
Him
His hands around my wrists
the roughness of his palm
protecting His thoughts
searching for His eyes above me
Why do You turn away?
I reach up with my lips
attempting the capture of Your words
nothing, empty stares
my mouth swallows my own words
as i growl into Your neck
Your hips grind hard into me
as these long nights of wanting settle in.
Two nights
I can still smell You
I can feel Your beard burning my tender cheek
I tilt my head-
I can still feel Your hot mouth
against the softness of my earlobe
I can still hear the small growls
deep within Your throat
as You search my body
I can still taste You-
the saltiness of Your forehead
as my tongue flicks along Your brow
