Weak On Your Knees

Weak on your knees
Dripping syrup on your body
Slipping an ice cube down your back
Brushing feathers down your tummy
Feeding kisses to your sensitive silky skin
Breathing in your heavenly scent by your neck
Whispering wicked nothings in your ear
Hot and cold
Soft and hard
Slow and fast
Smooth and rough
I’ll have you following me into the gates of hell
Have you breathing wild and rapid
Have you weak in the knees
I’m right here to take care of you
Whenever you desire it you shall get it
However you want it i shall give it
What ever you offer i will drink it up till the last drop
Until the day i die i shall make it my life’s mission
Wishing that one day our souls shall intertwine
Longing to be one with you
Hoping I can have you for a lifetime
Yet knowing you barely exist..

Last Kiss

23 thoughts on “Weak On Your Knees

  1. wow… if your words have lost their way to reach the deepest of me, the image you’ve chosen has forbidden them to leave the right track…
    tenderly painted in word before in color..

    Love & Light

  2. …all we know of love is that love is all there is…you have an authentic & resonate voice…perhaps you might enjoy reading some Meister Eckhart or Mirabai…reading other poets will expand your range and improve your craft…keep writing……^^~~~~~~

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