Raucous screams of twilight giggles

My fingers are forever
for your skin, my tongue
for your essence of taste
and my lips for your desire
and its deep penetrative
lust that tugs at my core
as implosive need begs
to rise on your command.

My mind plays a constant
reel of black and white stills
in an abandoned cinema,
red velvet soft on skin
low lights and high rises
A silent movie as the
two of us
explode in raucous
screams of delight.

My skin is forever
searching for your touch
my need begging to become
tongue tied in your
embrace, as our lips
whisper of needs known
to few and I am found
in the presence of you.

Karen Hayward ©2017

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