she made memories

she made memories
running her cheek, her nose
along his length
the down near his hip
arms gripped as her back tensed
the crease of his neck where
she first put the part of her lips
then bit soft
taut nipples where she tugged
suckled like the blind
starved for sight
her hands slick with soap
along his length
watching him watch her
as the towel caught
cherried moments
of transcendent little deaths
wishes on stars
she made memories

images imprinted

She'll let the scent of him linger
long past his leaving
and the images imprinted
in the hours
serve her dutifully
on the days,
in the nights
she finds her own release
repeatedly.

now-now

I want to consume you
in the fire of flesh
and knowing,
now-now;

instead I simmer
slow and low
in a tempo
of rhythmic breathing.

I lay still,
soul-strengthened,
as the thing about me
writhes.

little voice

he draws the music
from her womb
through her throat
dancing in her eyes.
Boo, he calls her
calls it forth
and her soul-spirit-
body-mind-libido-thing
sings in a soft little voice.

before and aft

I want to live in the mouth of madness
naked in the days
in the sun
in the slow syllabic utterance of my own mind;
clothed,
draped in his flesh sometime 'round
the witching hour
and through and through
before and aft
impaled while kissing sweet.