Sunday, July 24, 2011

Drip By Lady Siofra

Drip

Drip, falling down upon lips
salty sweet, that which i lick
mind rewinding back before
the moment a beginning

The moment we touch
the tease of cold
touching against your skin
Drip, ice cold against your breast

Drip, time has passed
you skin coated with colors
mostly while some red
cooling and hardening wax

Watching the crackle
as the belt slaps
rhymic as your crys
Drip, oozing past the gag

Drip, still bend over
you liquids down your legs
slick and cooling
You still beg for more

free, pulling you close
Back in the moment
leaning in and tasting
Drip, tears of your submission

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