My Obsession
I taste your meek cravings;
your numbing friction of desire
you are my fiend; my devil;
my good-for-nothing share
of saddle-sore pleasure.
I let your unrighteous lips
savor my own
with shameless animation
letting your fingers
incinerate me entirely
as your name escapes
my tongue-
entangled in a moan.
your embrace propels me
again to the
bottomless hell.
please, let me sink deeper-
tasting Purgatory-
feeling Heaven.
Copyright © Joyelle Osburn | Year Posted 2009
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