Friday, February 20, 2009

Hands Oiled

Hands oiled
reflecting light
shadows cavort
as wood crackles sacrifice

Movement slows
touch warm
muscle kneaded
as night lays a carpet of crickets

Lips part
moans embrace
eyes glass
as fingers splay, glistening tributaries

Clocks tick
walls flicker
time lost
as command assumes without consent

Moons rise
and fall
rising, falling
as a derrick seeks the earth's release

Lathered necks
reaching upward
ever upward
as crop quirts the taut haunch

Tongues speak
in darts
lustful blossoms
as lips lunge hilt to hilt

Hair falls
ears curtained
chest tickled
as sweat rains labored love

2 comments:

Ms Storm said...

I wouldn't mind me some of that. Talent for expression that is, of course. :-) These are what I would term juicy. Succulent and ripe, lavish, Gorgeous expressions, expressions like lathered necks, shadows that cavort, sacrifice that crackles, sweat that rains, moons that rise, darting tongues, glistening fingers splaying, sensuous imagery, alluring language, riveting read. A little sweat raining down in Denmark to after that, I don't mind admitting. :-) Lovely!

Trée said...

Thank you Ms Storm. May your neck be lathered and your moon rise and fall and rise and fall. :-D