Part 3 of four, The Approach
The Approach
Candles still flickered,
wax still dripped,
slowly reshaping patterns
etched on stalagmites
rising like mine
awaiting spelunker's goal:
cavern's entrance
momentarily closed.
to all.
The avalanche did not subside –
I spread the pulsing walls apart
the point guard entering inside
protective muscles flexing –
oft relaxing
warmed by hot breath
sighs exhaled
as voiceless tongue wet with eagerness
struck
flicking non-toxic saliva
as its lubricant
like niter in Poe's catacombs
sucking it out
as easy as the breath of life
fills sleeping child
fills sleeping child
fills sleeping child
minute by agonizing minute
deep and shallow sighs
of her dream-filled night.
of his dream-filled night.
Long lower limbs lay
twitching with anticipation.
Strong hands grasped and loosened grips
a heart in either hand feeding tissue
with lovers' fond embrace.
I turned you
face to face –
ventral side
another side to do,
jerking with anticipation.
Poetry by NotaDeadPoet
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Written on 2007-01-05 at 05:25
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The Process Part 3
The Approach
Candles still flickered,
wax still dripped,
slowly reshaping patterns
etched on stalagmites
rising like mine
awaiting spelunker's goal:
cavern's entrance
momentarily closed.
to all.
The avalanche did not subside –
I spread the pulsing walls apart
the point guard entering inside
protective muscles flexing –
oft relaxing
warmed by hot breath
sighs exhaled
as voiceless tongue wet with eagerness
struck
flicking non-toxic saliva
as its lubricant
like niter in Poe's catacombs
sucking it out
as easy as the breath of life
fills sleeping child
fills sleeping child
fills sleeping child
minute by agonizing minute
deep and shallow sighs
of her dream-filled night.
of his dream-filled night.
Long lower limbs lay
twitching with anticipation.
Strong hands grasped and loosened grips
a heart in either hand feeding tissue
with lovers' fond embrace.
I turned you
face to face –
ventral side
another side to do,
jerking with anticipation.
Poetry by NotaDeadPoet
Read 938 times
Written on 2007-01-05 at 05:25
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