Rhythm
Breath, a lyrical note, tender on my lips
It urges, fingertips over skin and a vibrating rhythm
Pleading helps
A rise and fall and only to rise again
A blissful horizon and blurry eyes
It licks and warm saliva drips and an exchange of motion and drive
Touch me
It writhes, throbs and begs
All things crescendo
And warm nights turn to sunny shores
And sleepy eyes, repeat once more
I'm not good with titles LOL, the title has no bearing on the poem. Now it has a title
Breath, a lyrical note, tender on my lips
It urges, fingertips over skin and a vibrating rhythm
Pleading helps
A rise and fall and only to rise again
A blissful horizon and blurry eyes
It licks and warm saliva drips and an exchange of motion and drive
Touch me
It writhes, throbs and begs
All things crescendo
And warm nights turn to sunny shores
And sleepy eyes, repeat once more
I'm not good with titles LOL, the title has no bearing on the poem. Now it has a title
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