Alla inlägg under juni 2011
He is Contradiction and Confusion.
The body winds,
Slides,
Warm skin against a peasants’ blanket.
The stretch,
The splay of long fingers beckon
And I,
A man less than,
Am seduced.
He is Imperfection and Chaos.
The body extends,
Spreads.
Liquid grace stained with feline elegance.
The press,
The stroke of thigh demands
And I,
A man less than,
Am conquered.
I lie to myself,
Lost somewhere between translation,
And comprehension.
The galloping pulse against my lips is
Acceptance, not Contradiction.
The draw of blunt nails along my spine is
Clarity, not Confusion.
The cling of his possessive embrace is
Flawlessness, not Imperfection.
The taste of his mouth pressed to mine is
Harmony, not Chaos. I lie to myself,
Ignoring the reality that echoes
And reverberates.
He is Rapture and Loathing.
The body sighs,
Whispers,
Spilling sweetly across my throat.
The curl,
The wrap of arm offers solace
And I,
A man less than,
Am broken.
- From Cleo to Desmond. -
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