Sweet Abuse of Our Privacy
Just half a meter away is this semi-covered female
so fertile for a score of trees to grow on
smooth and soft, curvy and oily
a rich landscape for my longings to become playful penguins.
Her body’s map has been possessed by my hunger
and a split second is too long for our disappearance from door to bed
as the tiles beat my wardrobe to claim the auction of our flying clothes.
Fierce and aggressive, every act is industrialized for pain to taste sweet
a little harm is not unhealthy, let a smile show from the thorn’s tip
biting but patting softly; modesty, the only crime
pinning down and licking through, respect, out of bound
sharp pinching and slow tickling; legality is completely unwanted
summing up an erotic wrestling as intimate as the coiling of wires.
Tightly cornered ‘V’ in front, roundly curved ‘W’ behind
I gradually rise erectly, facing the clouds from under
to honour this beautiful respect towards the pattern of the english alphabets.
Muscles gliding over muscles
joints clicking in a uniform rhythm
produced fluids, keeping both souls sticky
love on stage and now in full display.
Sounds from raging hearts, dancing furniture, bullied foam
all in one competitive race.
Skins on fire for desires to completely burn
so hard, gets inside so wet;
everything else is then subjected to a bouncing and stretching symphony.
It is nothing but refreshing
to abuse our privacy and change the colours of its secrecy;
mourn all night my love and let our instincts ride this luxurious yacht.
Published: 6/25/2020
For the Sensuality Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One
Placement: 2nd (7/1/2020)
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