Monday, 22 June 2015

Neck 2

I still want you dearly
Even connoisseurs can't deem the price
Nowhere else the source of my lust is shown so clearly
Than in your eyes

I want you to be suffocated
By my delicate grasp
I want you to be hated
By others who favor that gasp

One leg over the other
You sit across from me
I intend to wave aside those curly locks from your shoulder
And kiss thy Neck

I want to shove my manliness inside
As I whisper poetry in your ear
Then bite the lobe
When I feel my finality drawing near

I want to run my fingers all over your throat
And feel those burning veins
I don't care if you choke
At least my fantasy was not in vain...

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