Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Evening

Infinite water ...


~I want to fill her with every wicked thought that ever
crossed my mind. Trap her face in my hands and allow
her to drink this breath of desire, that moves from
fire lust to the sublime water drops she thirsts for.
Beneath me on the hardwood floor she writhes in
pleasure kissed with pain. My tongue inside my
lover's mouth, strokes her tongue slowly and full,
cherishing her like a priceless pendant I loop my
tongue around every inch of her and echo the restless
beach lapping outside this white-washed house. My
body absorbing this flawed, submissive woman shivering
along my impatient intention.


inside her sea shell
my hands tease her to shiver
drowning her will



Maria

17 comments:

chella said...

i am reminded of HD in The Walls Do Not Fall:

I sense my own limit,
my shell-jaws snap shut

.................................
..................infinite water

can not crack me, egg in egg-shell;
closed in, complete, immortal

Maria said...

Wonderful Chella, you given me
food for thought, which is important. You must visit again.

Ekta said...

Brilliant!

the pink of your blog,reminds me of the chills of my black.

i really want you to read all that i have written,please.

Maria said...

Ah, very good, purpura deepens,
I can just imagine...

Bella said...

intense!!

Fireblossom said...

oOo, I like chella's poem, and of course, yours!

Maria said...

Love must be, to mean anything.

chella said...

i return to infinite water to drink again my favorite line: I loop my tongue around every inch of her and echo the restless beach lapping outside this white-washed house.

X said...

WOW.
Ive got that tingly feeling in my stomach you get in anticipation of something exciting.
great blog.
will keep visiting.
cheerios.

Jane Doe said...

Wow! Captivating and enthralling. Great writing!

chella said...

love your pic! may imitate it! ciao, chella

Unknown said...

Lovely. But how can that submissive woman be flawed when you are echoing her beauty?

Maria said...

I look forward to your visits
Mihir.

Maria said...

Of course mine, little angel.

Maria said...

Not a line Chella, an echo.

Maria said...

Ann, a thinker, wonderful, for
me flawed is beautiful, not perhaps
in the sense you mean flawed.
I mean vulnerable and at times
pliable to a lovable fault.

Maria said...

A captivating picture, white gown,
against the rich skin.