and the inside of your thighs

Автор: Мэй Эм


and the inside of your thighs felt like home

I had never known. I break the dome

by leaving a sadistic line of liquid

that has you trembling. Sequence

of our movements is the golden

ratio of life. We're intertwined. Folding

onto me, you let out a series of sighs,

dotted with one, one, two, three and five,

leading us both to eternity. We'll be



forever young, my love, in this moment

of ectsasy. For ever connected in the sonnet

of light and adoration.

If this is sin, I'll be the devil

of a fleeting vacation,

your happiness ephemeral, not mellow;

it has me shuddering.

The difference staggering,

your monologue stabs me below

my breasts and inside my thighs.

I lift my head and whisper, low,

endearments that caress your life,

your ears and skin. You're good to me,

my darling. The drag of my sini-

ster tongue leaves you undone.

You talk, I sigh and reach down, to an unsung

pleasure of existence. You plead;

I let you fall back and kiss my lips.

The moment we have found: I lead

myself to home that is inside your hips.