Carnal Flower – Sinful Sunday

Carnal Flower – Sinful Sunday

Carnal Flower - Sinful Sunday

Pressed tenderly,

your carnal flower opens,

its butterfly released,

hovers like a hummingbird dringking from the bill.

Oh, I too would steal you away and cage you happily,

to get under your black-fringed skirt;

to see that pretty dress,

fly off once more,

and see you bare;

burned now forever in my banks,

a first sight,

of dark curls!

 

As I think of it, my desire stirs,

but I have already masturbated twice,

thinking of us ;

jammed, hips pinned, sliding over our wet perspiring bellies,

in our jungle heat:

’cause in the firmament of our embrace,

it’s hot,

where glued we jerk into each other,

stoking flames,

until sleep, when we disappear from each other:

my mind in reveries,

crowds,

filled with niggling neurotic inanities;

yours with manic dreams where criminals in cages

beg to be freed,

before better spaces overtake. […]

 

Carnal Flower - Sinful Sunday

 

Check who else was sinful by kissing the lips

 

Poem taken from Hello Poetry .

12 Responses

  1. This is a gorgeous image! I love everything about it – the black and white, the light, the folds of your dress…and the fact that I first focused on your lovely feet, before realizing they framed something even more tantalizing…

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