Primal, Deon Mumple, 07/22/2015

I watched her move;
my locked eyes
drinking in her every line
And curve, and motion,
Already intoxicated,
Craving the next sips.

I felt the walls
Closing in
Crushing my soul, dreams
She pushed me away
Left me crying and enraged,
Wanting nothing more.

Waiting. She calls.
Where’ve you been?
My heart, tortured, screams.
What should I say?
I’m hurt, wishing escape, caged,
Her key opens the door.

I felt our breath,
Her fingers laced in mine,
Rocking like an ocean
Each movement anticipated,
Touching tender lips.


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