Nothing more
You lay there
With that look upon
Your face
And I left
With a lingering
Taste
On my lips
And the sent
Of sex in the air
Like a cat
Feline stretch
Content
Not I though
For me was but a taste
I'm a wreck
A waste
And I left
Needing more
And more
And more
Please Now I have need
Nothing more
Chris McQueeney ©2015
The Mag
Lovely take on the picture
ReplyDeleteSharp, incisive, impressive...
ReplyDeleteDelicious and stark...
ReplyDeleteNice write. I felt the need, the want. Emotions come through well.
ReplyDeleteThose obsessions, yes?
ReplyDeleteShe does have one of "those kinds of faces" so angel like.
ReplyDeleteAh ha, a similar interpretation. She is content for now, you can continue the journey (I am sure).
ReplyDeleteBurrowed into his soul, it seems . Best to stay with ones body
ReplyDeleteSensual
ReplyDeleteyes...sensual atmosphere!
ReplyDeleteMeow! Purr...purr!
ReplyDeleteI love the honesty.
ReplyDeletevery sensual! <3
ReplyDeleteSuch a nice rhythm. My favorite part:
ReplyDeleteLike a cat
Feline stretch
Content