Sunday, July 29, 2012

Come

Come close.
Touch me like it's your right.
Press your advantage.
Press me.

Come close.
Make me flood and
Conquer my waters like Sinbad.
Come love me.
   
Hurt me as I like it.
Come fuck me.
Come close.
Come now.
   
Come with me.
On me.
In me.

Come close.
We sin bad.
It feels good.
   
Modesty goes out the window
You come in my door.
Your smile good scary.
   
Have me going before skin can touch.
Your laugh mates with me
Your eyes capture me.
Captivated from hi dancing from your tongue to my ears.
   
Wet where once I was dry
From all of the thirsty you-wannabes
Pushing up on my shores.
   
Come closer that we come together.
Crescendo like the wildest weather.Whenever, however
Just come.

(c) Pamela Shropshire 2012

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