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rhaegar4545
Over 90 days ago
Straight Male, 44
United States

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I could feel every drop dripping
like I sometimes feel a sound
a gasp and moan
jumping from synapse
to synapse
dripping from a sieve
left to sift for a season
to slowly give of its wet
only the most sincere
the warmest and pure of fragrance
drip down like her dress
and down like her gaze
down by the soft skin of her ankles
her skin was tingling white and felt a change in atmosphere
like a hooded raven on the cusp liberation
enervated by the air
anticipating the knot slipped
the hood lifted
and eyes revealed to the world outside
a bound energy reveals itself first as a vibration
not long after she melted ice

(Here is a bit of revision on what might be the first stanza
Thanks. Yeah I see new things/problems every time I re-read it. I like the general concept though. Aside from the problems you mentioned above I've had trouble with the spacing after I click on publish and view the write, it changes. It was written in stanzas. I put it on here as a single stanza as It seems to change format wildly whenever I submit. Thanks again. I shall continue to meddle, work on making my intent more apparent, and probably just write on the forum mostly.
I felt every drop dripping
like a sieve left for ages to let its wet slowly
begin taking a woman
her heart
her dress and her gaze
down by the soft skin of her ankles
her skin a vibration
enervated by the air
Being vulnerable and uncovered
in some back room
I didn't hold her close
she kept me at arms length
suckling at the thoughts of where
skin might touch skin
and her mouth was a temple and I prayed
revelation painted every hungry glance
reveling in her blue depths
My eyes are brown sometimes
and sometimes green.
my mouth will eat when I am not hungry
and I will take
my hands a'plunder
for we have bargained
and with every drop
every drip you let down
my skin all a'shiver
I'll close my eyes
all greens and blues and you close your eyes
bright as they are
Tied up and bound to whatever anchor might come to you
left alone writhing on a bed of your autumn
when spring comes it pays no heed to the seasons that were
as it is desiring of warmth
enveloped in your helpless cling to what was a season before
like a thunderstorm
that brings summer rain to bear against a northern wilting
like the cum that paints a sapling pussy
until its autumn's shudder gives way to the heat
come from the shifting axis of a world to its Sun
from here winter is far
and the wings of summer
hold to the the sky and circle