Poetry ~ Palm Pressed
More senryu work, started, this time, by Monocle. His are white, mine red.
Palm Pressed
Mouth taken with breasts
idle hand wanders downward
Devil’s tool indeed
An invocation
“oh god”, whispered, arching back
mortal cathedral.
Your hand over mine
piggy back ride, following
toward secrets I know
Dip your fingers in
anoint me, us, with passion
savor the rapture.
Exploring your folds
your fingers splayed top of mine
light like feathers
Play your instrument
strum sounds of pleasure from me
my touch over yours.
Face against your breast
palm against your mound, both wet
from different springs
Lost. Will you find me?
Lifted hips and arching back
toes gripping the sheets
You’re found, and held fast
other hand slid down arched back
dipped in from under.
A sigh and spread thighs
an open invitation
no, request, for more.
Between my pressed palms
undulating, bucking hips
fingers teasing need
Breathless precipice
dangling, begging for the fall
“please let me come now!”
Swirls and swipes slowing
trapped ‘tween my hands, held on edge
until need breaks you
So close, needing more
“fuck me please” slips from my lips
naked, raw with lust.
Those waited-for words
bring a smile and a whisper
“Not until you come.”
Cry of frustration
fingers pressing your deeper
hips rocking faster.
Desperate music
strung tight, long… longer… until
“Now. Come for me now.”
Passion fractured scream
drawn bow released, quivering
lost in pleasure’s fog.
Watching, feeling all
surrender’s contorted cry
just what I wanted.
Eyes opening, slow,
dazed and boneless, watching you
lick your fingers clean
Perfection itself ~ your realization of lust ~ I’ll take my turn…. soon.
~fin~
I really enjoy the different formatting we have on these. I think they read differently each way.