"Pulse Five: Whisper"

"Pulse Five: Whisper"

 

Been long since.
 Prolonged rinse of this mind
 presumably designed to delve
 further into that which is shelved
 in hope of the aversion of judgment.
 Perversion I run with;
 all but done with subtleties.
 Not much luxury left in waiting.
 Flirting.
 Skirting around this....
 this mound of experiences
 I've admittedly fancied more than once.

 

I've imagined what it would be like:
 Your world willing to greet my curiosity.
 Philosophy of the enchanted
 never to shy far from that
 which surely keeps you up at night.

 

Oh the lines....
 the lines you've never read.
 the words I never said
 that have found time
 to emerge discreetly
 when they want to scream in pleasure and hunger.

 

Unsuccessful my attempt at aversion:
 See you hair,
 complexion fair
 but your thighs.....
 ....no....somewhere else.
 Anywhere.
 Lovely eyes
 but those.......
 ........thighs.

 

Limbs I've savored
 flavored like life savers
 with a gummy center.
 Yummy I'm sure
 and I've yet to pour a sip

 

until that day I'd call forever

 

when you'd tuck lips
 that I'd unzip
 and your hair flips.
 My hands take trips.
 This is navigation.
 Excavation without the ruins.
 Nothing ruined.
 Symmetrical beauty
 you hide for yourself
 because you barely knew me

 

but I aimed to know you.
 So much I've shown you.
 You trust and reciprocate.

 

I hope it's not too late

 

because it's been too long since
 I've been privy to mystery.
 Sugar is your sublime.
 Bitter your misery.
 I crave it all.
 Willing to crawl
 should I be granted the chance
 to kneel before it all.

 

Ears that can't yet hear through walls
 but when limbs meet lobes,
 I hear it all.
 Your thighs have grown thick with secrets.
 Concerned with if I can keep it.
 Giver of compliments.
 River of confidence
 sipping each drop as you leak it.

 

Been long since we've conversed.

 

Your silence is the worst kind.

 

 Written By: Devin Joseph Metz
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