slightlytainted

My Greatest Muse

Simple little words
With simple little meanings
Fluttering about in a
Random haze of cloudiness.

Coalescing streams of consciousness
Allow my thoughts to wind and wrap
Their way about your ankles.
Up the curve and around your calves
My soul seeks something higher.

A feathered wind, a drop of water,
A thousand sensations I can't describe
Climb your flesh with the gentle touch
Of fifty some odd centipede steps.

How I'd love to kiss your skin
To taste your salt, to fill your heart
With nothing but the pleasure I get
Just staring into your eyes.

Sweet ------, my greatest muse
Of so many horror-filled-months.
How I adore this unfulfilled craving,
These ejaculate emotions I can't control
And spew about on the page for you.

Nate Trip