Black Poetry : The Bed

[scorpdiesel]

Million years in each moment, we lie forever
On oceans abyss of unbated bliss that pull us under
Million tears of everlasting joy we cry together
In love, no act of god or devil will pull asunder
Nor force of nature or design of man can sever
From the bed

Legs vine, fingers fisted, tongues twine and twisted
Stripped naked til our souls lay bare the truth
We burn the sheets in desire to ashes lifted
Our burrs and sharp edges made smooth
Until no trace of where I end and you begin existed
With the bed

Bonded in sweat, we are bound and branded as lovers
Your thighs wreck and writhe from my pelvic drives
Grind to irregular rhythmic sounds we granted the other
Your moans agonizing contained begging release are denied
Crashing waves erected thrust deep one after another
Through the bed

Drowning in the well of your body's tormented rapture
You seek the breathless void at your peak, far from the wicked
Like a fallen angel in chains trying to steal away from capture
But down here in hell, consumed in flames you remain restricted
You call out to me weeping, praying my name soon thereafter
On the bed

Dark brown tones in your ear, my fated whispers open the gate
The urging builds beyond control and overflows the surging
Run sweet and raw as honey in the heat of the sun
Rising up your back arching and winding
Hands trembling in mine, holding on
Thrashing in solace
Your mind gone
.
.
.
Now in my arms
you're fast asleep
With nothing said
To you I keep
In the bed

 

[baller]

basking in the afterglow of...amazing wonders.

in the bed.

*inking the script*

 

[$$RICH$$]

the beauty and warmth within da bed memorizing