Monday, February 21, 2011

read towards the end.

you touch my lips and i
feel the warmth
of your service, that
lavishness your embrace
hugs tight in your bosom
warm is what
welcomes me
satisfying,
invigorating,
my nerves pulsating
this clutch will tell you of
what is my longing all
about
my mouth grasps for your
curves
ever perfect yet ever cold
smiths of wonder may
have mold
yet this touch, this grip
you'll ever surrender
ever giving, your body
yearning
my touch, this stroke
this caress you silently
spoke
in the past,
unleash your coldness
and embrace my heart
warm in my heart
cold in my hand
we bond.
yet you never spoke
of love
must i be caught here
dreaming?
yet your surrender is
quite tempting
silent yet welcoming
cold yet enduring
goaded yet willing to be
a masochist for you
a sadist i am of your
indifference.
you're my,

spoon.

2 comments:

rah said...

"must i be caught here
dreaming?
yet your surrender is
quite tempting
silent yet welcoming
cold yet enduring"

I love those lines. Cold yet enduring. I want to meet someone like that. Interestingly cold, silent yet welcoming.

Can't wait to get to know Fork.

And knife.

And maybe meat.

mjomesa said...

hahaha..

will try for that..