Total Emotional Consumption
Drunk from beer and aperitif
More intoxicated by the acoustics of her laughter
With classic beauty from another age
like she walked out of a Renoir page
Tender touches on the tight fit couch
Letting fingers creep accross buttery skin
like kudzu on southern plantations
Soft moans in thrown blankets
I can smell your hesatant anticipation
And taste your release once boundaries are crossed
Asleep in morning glow with comfortable embrace
Stuck in my cognisance like a satin memory
Acceptance of total emotional consumption
Lost between the slow space of separation
Closed eyed recollection urges self gratification
Waiting for reciprocal coloquial incantation
She sleeps with radiating warmth of soul
Obsessed with her contours in the moon light
Passionate and absolute once distance dissipated
Entwined cerebral with galavanting inquisitive lips
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Posted Apr 17, 2023, 7:11 PM UTC
So many amazing lines in this poem. “ More intoxicated by the acoustics of her laughter” That’s my favorite. Very well done.