Flesh Pleasures Poem by Laura Russell

The bruises from your bites are still etched into my legs from friday night
Carved into my meaty thighs like sketches.

Your mouth closes around mine as we enter worlds of delights
Gasping for hot air occasionally.

Tounges dance with each other like snakes on scorching sand
Undiscovered mysteries lay blank for all to see.

Gentle kisses and moans erupt from my throat as I step into territory unknown
Into long awaited flesh pleasures and throbbing desires.

You make my body feel like liquid candle wax
Easily molded into any shape by fingers that I could never break.

My skin is starved of fabric as we lay on your bed
And you lick my freckles away.

Open to interpretation but still my lips are stapled together
Bleeding quietly, so silently I am realesed like the dead.

With fingers like spiders legs I will creep in through home-made holes
There are so many walls, this maze is a labyrinth.

Wish I would open my arms like wings more often
Then maybe it wouldn't be so hard to breathe the same air as you.


21-3-05