Insatiably, poetry written by Rob Clark at Spillwords.com
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Insatiably

Insatiably

written by: Rob Clark

@HangryPoet197

 

Lusting for her lustre
while touching one another
She bites her lip
My skin dancing sensation beneath her fingertips
She whispers wonder
until my pistol thunders
This skintimate plunder

On the edge of the bed
we were both
catching our breath
Her skin dripped intimate beginnings
in which I would get lost swimming
It was spring time
and she was blossoming from a dream of mine
Stretching a tapestry of stars
across the skies

Her perfect bloom
She’s insatiable
Extremely determined through & through
All that intricate planning
She’s got every god damn right to be deMANding!!

Appreciate
the lace
ribboned across
her skinscape

Linger
a little longer
in the taste

Don’t make her wait…

Body language
far from
languid
You hang around
Glossing those lips
Tossing those hips
You seem primed for a handling
I had plans
I just canceled them

Fallen:
My eyes
…upon her scintilla

The hour
…opportunity knocking

Her hair
…flames onto her
shoulders
#Eroticismfan
Her dress
Cascading

My lips
…upon her endless bliss

Her skin
…on mine

& I
have all fallen
…Forevermore

Her good girl charades
Assumes
she found
a bad boy
to save
A toy
A slave
until
he’s script
flipping
& switching
positions
& ends up
splitting
that smitten kitten
in two

I did what I had to do
Besides,
you loved learning not to assume

Serenaded
while it
marinated

Mudras
Mantras
&
some Kama Sutra
You sang me
sonatas

I’d awake
to make
you my
breakfast in bed
That was 2 days ago
Your taste hasn’t left

Can’t wait
to once again
make you wet
&
taste the sex

Serenaded
while it
marinated

Gossamer desires
Intricately woven
as you linger
in your lingerie
Alabaster porcelain
trimmed in black lace
I unwrap the packaging
& for hours
we lay and play

Your playful morning grin
Sunlight pouring in
I explore your curves
Tour your bends
Again & again
Enjoying the swim
The touch, smell & taste
of that gorgeous skin

Silk against satin
The realest magic
is your Bliss dripping lips
in the form of a kiss

Moments
Heaven is unfolding
Blooming along the periphery
into my sensory
perception
as subtle blessings
from the Divine within

On a ledge
from the edge
of the deep green sea

We take turns
throwing faces
at the sky
Forever incomplete

Our words dis ba n d
F
a
l
l
ap a r t
Letters
tu
mbli
ng
I keep fumbling sand
A mumbling man
Wishing impossible things

A bit of afternoon rain
to renew what remains
Permutations as we phase through pain
Learning to let go of yesterday
Losing the illusions
of heavy weight
Truly blessed to be
This in tune
This Awake
To experience
sight
sound
smell
touch
& taste.

On the edge of the bed
we were both
catching our breath
Her skin dripped intimate beginnings
once again…

Rob Clark

Rob Clark

I am a musician, a poet, a comedian, and an aesthetic's engineer.
I am nobody and nobody is me.
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