whiplash girlchild

the taste of your soft lips,
crooked
in a nervous smile
skin against skin
in blushing candlelight
mouth met by sighs, whispers,
the gentlest caresses
melting into
my hands
tangled in your hair
finding form in
shadow, need
the taste of you
sweet, clean.
dancing on darkness' edge
laughing
until you fall.
it's my arms
that take you in now.
lulling you to safety
with lash and blade
teeth and tongue
the love found in
submission
simple, fleeting
honest, primal
a smile of a different sort
on those delicate lips.

Deepest red

The simplest kiss gone hard;
Soft flesh parting, the skin rises
Opens, begging.
Yours.
Leave your mark in fingertips
Traced and true
And anyone hereafter will know
I am
Yours.
The sweetest bruise, pure, pristine
Ripening on the vine of blood
And bone
Always yours
Teeth and tongue and
Deepest red.



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