ladychaos

Sexy poem I wrote for class =]

No Strings Attached

I remember interlaced fingers and cherub-lipped kisses
in the smallest hours of the morning.
Throaty moans slip from my lips
into the delicate labyrinth of your apricot ears.
Coarse, wordless whispers fill the spaces between kisses.
I am a menagerie of breathy gasps
writhing beneath you.
Your rasping voice colors my name,
as I arch into you and you into me.
My skin is too dark to show the blushing,
but I can still feel the rosy warmth just beneath my skin.
I am pulsing in sync with your heart.
We are pulsing in sync.
We are pulsing.
We are...
I shudder and quake,
nearly breaking
against the shores of ecstasy
I am your warm wave.


We are not making love.


I realize that we were just fucking,
when I awake
still drunk
tied to your bed.