Let’s Make a Masterpiece

Art, lust, and metaphor.

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It is far too long
since I’ve tasted lust
and passion.
Let me breathe
your curves and
taste your thighs.
Softly,
then sharply.
Remind my lips
of the sweetness of
your sweat.
As we lay
together
vulnerable and
honest.
Our bodies
contorting in
ecstasy.
Euphoric and
connected.
I’ll whisper
secrets
in your ears
and you’ll
trust me
with your tongue.
Let’s forget
our names
and exist
forever
in that moment.
Paint
my back
with your
scratches.
Tease out
the blood
with your nails.
Let my lips
draw a masterpiece.
Let my words
compose
a song
and we’ll
end
together
breathless,
intoxicated,
delirious,
in
a
final
violent
crescendo.

Sam is a poet, writer, essayist and all-round literature geek with a particular passion for spoken word.

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