The Imprint of Red

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

You know that moment,
the one where time stops.
The one where the beat
of a butterfly's wings lasts a lifetime.
You know that moment,
where night and day merge.
Where right and wrong are fluid.
Where pleasure and pain coexist.
You know that moment,
when both of our bodies are in stasis
One waiting for the other
and a moment seems a century.

That one moment,
where your existence comes down
to a single burning black pin point.
Where you live between torture and ecstasy.
That moment before the fall,
where nothing else matters at all.
Except the desperate adoration in your eyes,
and the release on the way down.

I wonder if you like this feeling my caress guides like a painting,
starting at your collarbone,
lowering, swirling over your right shoulder,
before reaching its final destination between your thighs.

 


Submitted: May 06, 2021

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