Electrochemical

She glances up,
Her eyes peering from beneath square glass,
An invitation of sorts.
Something stirs within,
Coming to life.
A primal fire,
A visceral rapture fraught with longing.
The softness of her lips
Like the petals of a morning glory
Blossoming beneath the sun.
She unfurls beneath me,
Languid limbs weaving around me
And my neurons sing,
An electrochemical frenzy of hunger.
I inhale her whispers,
Swallow her gasping breath,
My own lungs filling
With the exhalations of her euphoria.
I travel the lines of her,
Tracing a map so I can find my way back.
She shudders
And pierces still stillness of the night
With her rhapsody.
On my tongue lies the taste of her,
Exotic and sweet.
She gazes from behind heavy lids,
The rhythmic rise and fall of her breathing
Lulling me near slumber,
And I think,
Maybe
I could stay here for a while.

© 12/24/19 NatalieAlexander

*Note I own no rights to this image, taken from powerandpleasure.com

Elysium, a Poem Written for a Lover

Her skin is flower petals,
Her mouth a tropical destination,
Humid and exotic.
Her gasps are mine to swallow,
To savor,
To weave into my own nerve endings.
Her neck is the curve of a mountain,
The hollow of her throat the valley,
Carved from the most exquisite marble.
In my dreams, I can taste her skin,
Saline and sweet.
Dip lower,
To the curves and swells,
Like the hills in Elysium.
Hips the rising of tides,
The arch of her spine
A road map to travel with my tongue.
And at the heart of her is an ocean
For me to delve into,
Deep, yearning,
Until the dam breaks
And she bursts forth,
Shattering into countless, infinitesimal pieces
For me to kiss back together,
Collapsing in on herself.
And she laughs,
While the wattage of the sun turns up,
And I melt away.

©12/23/19

*Note: photo does not belong to me