10.28.2008

whimper

your name
is a silent prayer
i whisper
in the caressing darkness

feverish,
i rise and fall
on each whim
of your fingers running
the length of my back--
exploring every crevice,
every fold.

with each gentle dip
i whimper
your name--
hurried devotions
sinful supplications;
each velvet flick
of your tongue
leaves fire in my loins;

i burn. i sigh
your sacred syllables
under my breath--
they cocoon and drown me,
drown the fever;
send
sweet shivers
to my navel.

shuddering salvation
comes thick.

i drink
your name
drunk.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

wow! this is such a nice poem.

i can't say it's romantic... it's way more than romantic.

--E

gentle said...

:)