Saturday, December 7, 2013

Never enough

The sunlight streaks
Across her face
From the edge of
The kitchen window
As if creating it
And her, carving
Every curve from
The curve beneath
The blouse
To the lip I bit
In that pre-dawn fit
It still dripping
As we sit and sip
Our coffee this early
Morning in July,
The curve tip hard
Against the sheer
Fabric she slipped into
Drawing my gaze now
Where my lips and tips
Of fingers went,
The hunger hardly abated
This lust for blood
Stirred in my veins and brain
This need for more
Always at the core of me
Pressing up out of me
Seeking to go deeper
Each time, knowing
In the end

It can never be enough.

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