How I hate that look in you...

the one that sweeps me wild, crazy for your touch
that brings the moon to rise within my beating breast like a cat
purring her most grateful thanks for sweet cream milk.

How I hate you!

How I hate your wet moist mouth that drinks my fluid like
morning dew from a cup, sweetened by the ease of sunrise
inspiring every inch of my soul to pen written words with bold letters,
reading, mouthing each syllable like it were the finest of Swiss chocolates.

I hate that melting with you. . .

How I hate that I move bewildered beneath your
wandering fingers where being in control of being out of control is

Out of Control!  CRAZY!

I want to scream my hate between panting heated breaths,

loudly

as each pressed kiss swims within your river like snow melting in a spring thaw.

...that you- - - -can place me there...

My limbs wring weak in hatred  burning my arms wrapped in tremble
about you from love made like fire bellowed to rise from heated oils
taking each nerve of me  to places that live between the daylight and a dream

where passion sears my hatred.

...and in soft afterglow I whisper,

"I love you" . . .

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Pamela A. Lamppa
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