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Hard and fast,
Tight and pumping,
Squeezing, clenching,
Groping clamour
For all you have and
All I have offered and
All the darkness has bared beneath your steely gaze.

Thrust and wetness,
Slap and squelching,
Hidden places opened wide;
Bouncing awkward,
Sliding freely,
Sweating flesh and gasping breaths
Melting beneath the mists of carnal hoping,
Bring desire to light of day.

Always dreaming,
Ever drifting,
On a silken thread that flies
Above the blurring, smoky world
And lifts me high
Above the baseless cruelty
Into arms of impassioned power.

Squeezing curves
With growling snarls,
Forcing aches and feral reflex,
Reining heart and
Thumping pressure,
Molten command of iron hands
Around my neck
As legs surrender to the pressing weight of you.

Consuming
Yet
Forsaking,
Holding
Precious
Yet
Scorning
Touch...

You have held my being thus,
Controlled my soul by glittering eyes;
You have routed this spirit unto oblivion
As it flees
Ever searching for your kiss.

You can hold me,
Nor yet love me;
You can love me,
Nor yet hold me.

Which?

Choose you now before this moment passes
And I am ever silenced.

This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.