“ to come “
c. 2001, Miriam M. Wynncome,
through the leaves of silk, the raining dream;
press your lips against mine and promise
all your soul to me;
in a glimmering,
give a low, fierce howl
submit, surrender, shiver
on the alter of my desire;come,
with your legs spread and your eyes outcast
with your reaching fingertips scratching
at your nipples, belly, thighs,
parted wide like the lashes that
flutter in a frightened dance;come,
your breath fragrant and hot and oily
like the sweat of sin along the nape of your neck
where I repeatedly thrash you with my tongue,
insane with the scent of your loss of control,
control me, with the inability to stop loving
every inch of quivering flesh that breathes your
sweetened pheromones;come,
once, twice, and then again,
fill me and let me fill you;
take all my lust, my need, my fucking
my bucking, sinewy limbs flayed wide
around your hips, the crack of your ass
your pumping nether parts;come,
to me, for me, with me, at me, by me
under me, below me, around me, above meagain, again
come,
loud, wet, juicy, dripping
begging like sluts, whores
you and I sucking, licking fucking
yes, fucking with all the passion in the world,
with all the lust there ever was;as if we made it, invented it,
you my woman, my man, me
me your man, your woman, you
me in you on you around you
filled with you, all over, drowningagain, again,
say my name, again,
or do I say it to you, or to myself,
who says what or why or how
when all I want, all I need,
when everything in the world
is, was, will always and forever beto
come.