wallow in your hands.
grovel at your feet,
care not of the repurcussions of our little fleet.
in the ocean of lust and pleasure,
we sail thru the treacherous waves.
skin to skin
carnal hands, bound me with your spell.
graze me with your trap,
i need to feel you breathless
sedated to the line that seperates life and death.
envelope me in your most ardent desire,
fill me with your lecherous fancy.
i lay helpless and weak;
abandoned by morality,
i submit to your every symmetry.
touch me, feel me, mock me
use me
this heightened indulgences is all that matters.
this moment, at this stage that's made for two
no god,
no saint can tell me this is wrong.
slumber and ease the flames,
another day of sin and wickedness have passed.
for the next hour is our downfall,
shamefaced and contrite,
we pretend like nothing has transpired.
and still i pray for affinity,
for this tryst to never end.
naked and consumed,
we face tomorrow with a hunger,
a thirst that will dim our conscience
and plunge us to napoleon's waterloo.
© Copyright 2008 Carlyn Santos
p.s.
dedicated to my heigthened indulgences
this is the most personal poem i've written in years.
