in the light of the stars
we barrel down the road
lights plowing through
the darkness cast by the moon
trembling hands grasp desperately
at the wheel.
Oh! to touch such skin!
to lavish kisses
on her neck and ear!
Oh! try to avoid the feelings
lit anew by harvest moon.
stop.
pull to the side of the road.
stop.
pull off her top and stare
at the moonlit alabaster
of tender young breasts
stop.
Sappho my muse
Sweep me up in the moment
stop.
Can I kiss the cotton candy peaks
Full and pebbled with anticipation?
stop.
it is not my choice
it is fate
to kiss full on
to rejoice in kisses with her
arms about me
absorbed into a new level
of consciousness
overly aware
of the black velvet lined emerald eyes
eyes that stare questioningly
into my soul
do I dare connect with such a girl
auburn locks flowing
past porcelain shoulders
down to pert breasts
Sappho
would that you were here
to stop the shaking
in my hands
I am so unsure
so afraid, how do I touch her
to make her moan
the way I want her to?
to make her moans echo through both our souls
Oh! Sappho! Would that I
were you for a day
Well, this is a sexy one. I like that you invoke the immortal Sappho of Lesbos. I also like that you made it modern by having it in a car. Most would have made it in a field of flowers or something (although I admit to having a thing for cornfields myself).
Wow definatley alot of passion here. I will say though I am a straight man I can connect with this piece in regards to anxiety I had with my first g/f back in the day. I love that though your talking about a very intimate experience with another person you do it in an extremley tasteful way and the piece feels completley honest to me. I think you shouldnt change a thing this is an amazing piece and I wanna thank you for being so honest and sharing it with us!- John
this is very deep, and I can't say that I have ever had these feelings, but I suppose I could imagine the longing just to be able to make her feel the way you feel. I liked it, it flowed very well, and it kept me hooked!
Submission Name: Tentative
