Friday, 9 January 2015

Weaver of Desire....


He  waits  so  breathless
wondering  if  she  will return
suck  on  him  till he  is  dry
he laves nipples  with his lips
his  tongue  inside  the  her  mouth
he begs for more

above  she  is positioned  as  a  spider
weaving  all  her webs
wondering  where  next to  go
whom  she  can  seduce
in  ways  that  she  knows  sublime

crazy  are men
deaf  dumb  and  blind  become
but  yet  they  beg for  more
staying  there  so  helpless
Desiring

still time begun
wishing  her  back  to  him
waiting  so  patiently  but  all  in vain
on  to another  she  has  flown


 so beautiful is she
taking all  that  she  desires
whirlwind  of  sensuality
scattered  like  petals  to the  wind
blowing  cross  the universe
winging in and  through  to  her
vibrations  of  intensity

and  so  it is

Copyright  Carolan  Nathan  2015
All  rights  reserved

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