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Friday, September 2, 2011

Withholding a Kiss...

 "We can't, we'll be seen!"
 "Then stop kissing me."

 Slow and steady,
pent up, they're about to burst at the seams;
a long awaited kiss becomes but a dream.

 Then a wick...

 Finally, a kiss sparks and flame is born,
slowly burning off clothes.

 His back hurts;
he's been clawed by something wild,
and his heart is dripping from its wounds.

 A perfect ten...

 Moments beyond measure cannot be described,
and amazing falls short.

 Forcing herself upon him,
forcing him to take what once belonged to her;
nothing on her is hers anymore.

 She's not welcome to submit here;
Forcing his will upon her as she struggles...
to protect what she wishes only to surrender.

 Sweat...

 "I hate you." - spoken with a bi-polar four letter word.
 "You're hurting me." - spoken with inflection crying "More!"
 "I'm done." - spoken knowing there's more to come.
 "Please." - whispered in a thousand directions...

 Positioning her at will,
inserting himself into
the situation is beyond his control.

 Raping love from her heart...

 Serious minded lips deluge all and
her teeth left solemn promises on his skin.

 Two hearts deeply in earnest,
kissing and evenly passionate when they settle.

 Slow and steady she begs of him;
"Burn me again."

By: Cheyenne Buchanan

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