Twisting love until it hurts (notebook sketches)

1

I don’t always want all of you

 just your mouth

Or whereabouts,

But the mouth out of which

Your words flow

Telling me things I ought

To know,

Blistering, beautiful

Words that wind around me

Like high winds

Leaving me spun

Inside the eye

So I can’t see

Only hear the screeching

Deafening wail of words

All I want is the mouth

Out of which those words come

And I’m undone

2

It scorches like acid

But I can’t stop it

My lips blistered

From each kiss

The tip of tongue

As piercing as

A saber,

Cutting me

With each

In and out,

A perpetual

Hari kari

That splits me

In two but always

Leaves me

Aching for more,

Never getting enough,

Always begging

To continue

Rather than mercy

Making me dip myself

Into that fire

Until I am

Totally

Consumed,

Whole

And forever

3

In you let me touch it

I can’t promise

It won’t hurt,

Locked into

That soft embrace

With all of me inside

Eyes closed tight

To let me feel it all,

My hurt your hurt,

Both burning together,

To get so hot

We melt together

As one,

Needing to lubricate

Only those parts

That need to move,

To keep us moving,

My fingers spread

Around both uprises,

My tongue plunging

Into where your tongue hides.

We easing in and out,

Up and down,

Eyes closed tight,

Burning  both ends

Of this insane candle

Until we both

Turn to wax.

4

I feel your warm breath

On my neck and I wither

Still stiff and unable to resist

A complete surrender
to something overtly superior

Bushwhacked by my own need,

Shackled by my desires,

Lost before any shot is fired,

Or expired, drawn in until

Totally spent,

That one breath,

One little breath,

All I need to survive

5

I spread you like a blanket

Soft side up,

My fingers weaving through

Each entangled strand

Until I am entangled, too

Struggling to rub that fabric raw

Until the shreds spread translucent

So I can see straight through

Warm not from the covering

But the uncovering.

6

So smooth it makes me ooze

Like a used up tube of tooth paste,

I can’t even stop when you

Have squeezed me dry,

I keep pumping all the more,

Quaking at the need to fill you up,

So I won’t feel empty,

All of me inside of you,

All of you around me,

So smooth I would choose,

To let you use me up,

Always coming back for more,

For you to squeeze dry

To make me ooze,

Used up and still wanting more