29wordsforsnow
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Summer Switch
(exuded on a lazy late summer Sunday)
(exuded on a lazy late summer Sunday)
No Showtime,
oh, Mistress o’mine?
no latex to gleam
no leather to crack
no eyelets to ring
bared of second skin
the first with drops so wet
not me who made you sweat
no fingers that scratch
no hands that latch
no arms that swing
no whips that sing
the air outside forever still
relief won’t come from the windowsill
exhausted from nothing
we lay on the sheets
absorbed by the morning
submission to heat
your fingers’ touch
almost too much
a lazy breath
to send ‘em off
a tiny death
your sigh a cough
such a reward for a single blow?
one more to see your arousal grow
my mind excited
from your desire
your skin ignited
from my lung-born fire
I bring you gusts, winds and storms
for bedtime games, are these new norms?
Your voice a mumble
I beg your pardon
blowing more, you tumble
while rosy buds harden
the shiny layer soon is gone
excitement too, a sudden yawn
replacing with spit, I’m no puritan
isotonic memory of life’s origin
when licking up dried salty secretion
until your body grants me repletion
dispersing breathes as any lung can
a welcome relief when finding a fan
the satisfying tool
made of lace, not from wool
only the best, my slave
my right hand starts to wave
soon enough saliva’s source depleted
seek for a substitute repeated
my left hand starts to spread
the endless rivulets
of glands’ moist outlets
from your toes to your head
your streams rising, our fluids blending
another release of heat pending
cheeks redden
nipples tremble
lust ensemble
hips madden
spread ‘em some more
open that double door
the fan becomes a blur
the dam breaks finally
sending bliss spinally
ebbing away, you purr
oh, Master o’mine,
Showertime?
oh, Mistress o’mine?
no latex to gleam
no leather to crack
no eyelets to ring
bared of second skin
the first with drops so wet
not me who made you sweat
no fingers that scratch
no hands that latch
no arms that swing
no whips that sing
the air outside forever still
relief won’t come from the windowsill
exhausted from nothing
we lay on the sheets
absorbed by the morning
submission to heat
your fingers’ touch
almost too much
a lazy breath
to send ‘em off
a tiny death
your sigh a cough
such a reward for a single blow?
one more to see your arousal grow
my mind excited
from your desire
your skin ignited
from my lung-born fire
I bring you gusts, winds and storms
for bedtime games, are these new norms?
Your voice a mumble
I beg your pardon
blowing more, you tumble
while rosy buds harden
the shiny layer soon is gone
excitement too, a sudden yawn
replacing with spit, I’m no puritan
isotonic memory of life’s origin
when licking up dried salty secretion
until your body grants me repletion
dispersing breathes as any lung can
a welcome relief when finding a fan
the satisfying tool
made of lace, not from wool
only the best, my slave
my right hand starts to wave
soon enough saliva’s source depleted
seek for a substitute repeated
my left hand starts to spread
the endless rivulets
of glands’ moist outlets
from your toes to your head
your streams rising, our fluids blending
another release of heat pending
cheeks redden
nipples tremble
lust ensemble
hips madden
spread ‘em some more
open that double door
the fan becomes a blur
the dam breaks finally
sending bliss spinally
ebbing away, you purr
oh, Master o’mine,
Showertime?