Your Taste

I want to taste know your flavor

Crave your skin in my mouth

My tongue licking just there

The soft skin as my lips slide over

Lick under sip the salty nectar

Chest heaving moaning

I need more of you

Clasping you tightly

The smell of your need

The hot explosion to cum

Your hands across my skin

Sliding parting caressing

Your breath across a tender spot

Parting fingers sliding

Moaning for more don’t stop

The coming dawn, emptiness

Knowing you are but dream

Nothing real to hold, unbearable

Drawing into myself holding tight

 Tears of sadness upon my face

Where are you?

Can you hear?

Come to me

Soon

©Saroya Poirier       August 30, 2012

The End ?

The soul is shriveled, the body weak

Skin is withered, Time to seek

Has it come? Time to go

A new beginning or an end

Is there worry, Acceptance Then?

Thought provoking, Mind in chaos

Jumbled thoughts, Fear of what

Have you wondered? Or have you not?

Do you care?  Have you prepared?

Don’t give a shit Just don’t care!

How it works it matters not

It will be whether you like it or not

The time is near the time will come

Near or far down or up

We all end up in that place

No matter whom you worship or where at

Yell or scream you are right

They who are different must be wrong

One or many stay or go

In the end, you are just as dead

©Saroya Poirier    August 28, 2012

Thoughts