Sanctuary
Your hands shake with sweaty palms as I stand stock still above you.
You can't conceal it I feel your nerves and I haven't even touched you.
Is this sanctuary?
Or entry into sacred doors that were never mine.
But I'd do back flips and cease all tricks just to kiss gentle
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lips...to turn back time...
Is this not mine?
No, but ours. Absolutely unforgettable, these things take time.
Treading on untouched land, planting on virgin earth
I mask worry in the heat of
my desire with your breath like fire burns and sings like some great sublime choir.
My person holds scars from being licked
from the tantalizing tongue of your torrid flame. A
flam that melts my skin like an inescapable inferno where
complacency is sought in the most gentle of your movements.
There's nothing real in this sea of flesh and perfumed
skin like silk fabricated from water you are someone daughter
...someones sister...someones cousin its all the same...
And so am I to also lay claim, to have a part of you that tare
my heart in two like no other... And tomorrow when all is said and done,
do I call you lover.
Or will you avoid and parry.... is this not the sweetest sound?...
Is this not sanctuary?
Copyright © Ninti King | Year Posted 2011
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