Birth of Desire
You signed your name with your tongue
on my naked skin in midnight breaths
giving birth to the taste of delicious sin.
The hidden stare of smokey eyes.
In the silk of darkness skin tells no lies.
As I long to saturate my tongue in the depths of you...
© Richard Withey. All rights reserved.
like the shape you make
when you pour your coffee.
like the turns you take
when you drive us through the city.
like the moments we fake
when there is nothing to say.
Desiring The Moment
My heart cums blood through my body at the sight of her, naked above the sheets, and she smiles at me, knowing I'm dizzy from the gush. Jealous of the light, touching her curves with a softness she can't feel, I long to brush along the bumps of chilled skin that heat might wake. She will hold all my strength within her grin; I will spill out, careless and consumed, onto the bed beneath us when desire manifests passion.
Thud of fired blood coursing, mercurial, quickened by your scent; the dancing taste of your unknown hanging in your sweetly unique air. Supple skin swish cross of your lithe legs, the glimpsed white triangle purely tunnels pulsing vision and shakes out urgent breaths. Slyly I slide inside a room within which you were deliciously naked moments before, chest tightening, saliva river flowing through my twitches and sighs; whispering promises to my aching imaginings.
My Lonely Avidity
I covet the breath you take, immersed in the fallacy that dreams you paint were more than a way to omit me.
I demand the glances you steal, wistful for nights of sweet starry kisses that never curtailed.
The fervor in which my lungs respire the air you thieve, as I whisper your name, splits the column of the pedestal I put you on.
Drink of My Chalice
Since things are sweeter when they're lost, I shall try to embrace your arm's length stance. Everything flushes sanguine and saccharine, rushes and rushes, heavy and thick. With eyes closed and you in my head, "Oh fill me", I pray.
Quivering, shivering, wind gusting
through and through as the mountain looms.
Striving, swelling with succulent insatiability, festering wounds fevered in follies to ascend the heart of you.
Gripping, groping the harsh hills I climb for all eternity,
ever the effervescence
that fills the heart of me when I long, lonely in the mists.
Spill the light of the moon,
inside my soul.
Stars explode amidst us, warm drops of passion, cherished upon my lips.
Shadows swing, desire lingers.
Madness exposed her whore-self in the face of my fevered Homeric desire for you: You, with your trapeze words and Angelic breath, teasing with your weaved Devil-like seduction. I was ripped into shreds by the rapture of your depth, and I drown myself in my own salty tears, cutting myself bleeding to drain all memories of your touch, and I turned my carcass inside-out: an offering of sacrifice, as my Want pulsated heavily. And You, with your indifference and fear, you killed me: You sequestered me to a life of unrequited desire for eternity & into oblivion.