I am a mannequin
whose lust lies beneath
the multitudinous wraps of the body.
Someone I desire
to chirp near my ears
and devour me enough
to reap the solitary within.
Come over
and sweep me inside your unrest breath.
Host me like a fierce parasite,
more active and vigorous than any other rest.
Show me today
the power of perpetual consummation
by conduiting my sweet, juicy mixture.
Long have I dreamt
of this amorous, approachable romance.
Let truth too beget its grandness
within the sapphire land.
Tell me once
that you are my lecherous lust,
a midnight intoxication,
the flirtatious instigator beneath my skin.
In the black-and-white midnight,
casting eyes swirl their pearls
near the moonlit neck.
That moment,
I was struck by a breathlessness of night;
not by stormy waters in rage,
but by the soothing water
alone capable of quenching my thirst.
You are the lust
that stains my midnight with intoxication,
the sly instigator beneath my skin.
Look once
at the land of cool oceans,
frozen icebergs,
and molten devotion.
The sheen of radiance
sweeps its way forward
to mingle the sensual obscenity of both
and witness the mirth of union.
In the midst of alluring waves,
the showering water dances into beads,
making both bodies grasp
the sinuous rain.
Drop by drop,
it clears a passage
through the canal between the breasts,
until the one reaches
the silky waist.
Turn by turn,
he sucks, swallows, and gulps
the softness of me,
while I relish
the sensation of a soul being seized,
a glittering shimmer unfolding within.
Again and again,
his capturing emotions
tighten around my arms
like an eternal celebration.
Time passes:
tick one,
tick two,
tick three.
Slowly,
our intimacy dissolves into ourselves,
our four-chambered hearts invoking
the desire to beat within one chest.
Submerged beneath my knotted breast,
in that moment of contrivance,
we flash and remodel ourselves
into something spotless.
You remain my lecherous lust,
intoxicating every bursting night,
the eternal instigator
of my molten devotion.
