Saturday, June 14, 2008

Song



When I found my voice, it wasn't mine

But, oh,

How I wanted it to be.


When she ran her tongue along my spine

I changed

And shone in colors brilliantly.


More than light, I crave for her sure fingers on my breasts,

Her lips upon my throat create an instrument of flesh.


When I found my voice, it wasn't mine

But oh,

How I wanted it to be.


My love drew out each bar and line

Then smiled,

And kissed them back to me.

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6 comments:

Nathan1313 said...

This is quite lovely. I like your use of assonance and rhyme.

Maria said...

Wonderful. A rich poem full of
the joy found in being pleasured.

Fireblossom said...

Thank you, Nathan. I can't hear the word "assonance" without thinking of the Michael Caine movie "Educating Rita." If you've seen it, you'll know what I mean.

Maria, I'm pleased you liked it. I'm going to add your blog to my links presently.

Thanks again to you both.

Kelly Dickson said...

fabulous! The spine is surely a special place to be touched indeed. Going back to absorb it once more... xxx

Fireblossom said...

I'm glad you like this, K.

Read. K. Read.

:-)

Kelly Dickson said...

lmao! Read. K. Read.

hahahaha, cheeky chops!

am going to read it again!