my lover is fast
manipulative
expensive
mean-
but when my lover is in my bed
my lover has an addicting sweetness
filling the worm holes in my soul
with the light of the stars
under God’s feet
my lover curls my toes with delight
my lover licks and suckles universes
in and out of my body and mind
i never knew existed
my lover’s almost vapory fingers
massage me
penetrate me
in luscious blinding ecstasy
swirling my very breath
in orgasmic space travel
past the Nebulae
that are yet to come
i simply believed
that i loved my lover more than anything, ever
that the continents could fall below me
that Satan himself could drag me
into the molten pits of Hell by my guts
i didn’t care as long as my lover was there with me
on my arm
or at least have my lover close enough
where i could sniff their tarty scent
they got under my skin
i lost control of myself
i lost the life
that i would like to have gotten accustomed to-
and i almost lost my soul, forever
Poeta! Loved it! It’s both devastating and beautiful! Thanks for sharing…
Are true lovers always destined to a terrible doom?
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I guess sometimes its for the best. This particular piece is not about a human lover, but how we can get swept away by what seems good when in reality we are getting swept away to our end, which for me was hard to get out of, like quicksand. Obrigado poeta!
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Boy! You are really some kind of great Poeta! Wonderful work!!!… Do not fight the quicksand, you will drown faster! Keep in touch colega poeta!
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Lol, life is much more exciting above the sand! Obrigado and keep writing!
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