yakksoho
Bluelighter
This one's a while old. Very 'not me'--i never write like this!! I would adore a title if one of you could think of one. anywya i hope you enjoy it; its "one of a kind" (scuffaw) so far as my writing goes.
I dreamed last night of sex so good I could die
But as a virgin of night I don't know how I knew
And how could I know that it tasted so sweet
Never having come, and never having tasted
Another's sweat upon my tongue?
If I hold on a little longer it will come to me
Like the sweet dream lingering inside
The insides that cannot be emptied
Of the passion that they shared
As they fucked the solitude of imaginary pleasure
And I dreamed last night of seeing someone who hadn't seen me
At least not in his dreams
And he smiled, turned his head, and looked around
Like a confused puppy
He was so young and he looked so new
Shiny like a hubcap, fresh from the press
My tongue swam in my mouth through the ocean of saliva that
Plummeted over my teeth as I
Slowly drank him in
And if I had never tasted jealousy, would I still know the taste
Apart from something like desire?
And if I had never swallowed the rivers last night
Would I still understand the difference
From the flawless creme of perfect night
And the salty sap of morning
Before I was made
To clean it off my teeth?
I dreamed last night of sex so good I could die
But as a virgin of night I don't know how I knew
And how could I know that it tasted so sweet
Never having come, and never having tasted
Another's sweat upon my tongue?
If I hold on a little longer it will come to me
Like the sweet dream lingering inside
The insides that cannot be emptied
Of the passion that they shared
As they fucked the solitude of imaginary pleasure
And I dreamed last night of seeing someone who hadn't seen me
At least not in his dreams
And he smiled, turned his head, and looked around
Like a confused puppy
He was so young and he looked so new
Shiny like a hubcap, fresh from the press
My tongue swam in my mouth through the ocean of saliva that
Plummeted over my teeth as I
Slowly drank him in
And if I had never tasted jealousy, would I still know the taste
Apart from something like desire?
And if I had never swallowed the rivers last night
Would I still understand the difference
From the flawless creme of perfect night
And the salty sap of morning
Before I was made
To clean it off my teeth?
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