Wear me,
the silky fabric of your favorite onyx colored tie reminds you of the simmering pools of lust watching your every move,
and the skin on my wrists right before you bind them together above my head,
in an attempt to tame the beast only your eager hands can harness.
Wear me,
reach for the thick framed glasses that help you calculate numbers and see right through my thick veil of indifference,
while your mind races to count the times I’ll moan your name tonight,
and every minute after that.
Wear me,
slip on the time teller that fits so perfectly,
let it invoke the desperation of slow passing seconds until your teeth are picking at the tender flesh above my heart,
tearing at the muscle that only seems to beat around you.
Wear me,
place the carrier of sultry tunes over your ears,
the lyrics are my lips smoothing over every inch of your rugged skin,
sending shivers down your fractured spine,
every high note is the tip of my tongue making your hips dance,
sending sharpened arrows of stimulation straight to your battered soul.
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Sharlene Alba
Full of raw and unfiltered fluid poems, short stories and prompts on love, sex, relationships and life. I also review haircare, skincare and other beauty products. Instagram: grungefirepoetry MissBeautyBargain Facebook: grungefirepoetry
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