Robert Dummett - Pillow Talk

He worshiped her and she treasured him
Their tongues entwine in kisses dancing
Darting forking to taste like the
Ritual of two snakes
They were eager and hungry and burning
She knew she was hot
He knew he had the wood to feed her flame
And both knew they held no extinguishers

He nibbled her earlobes
She quivered and bit his lip
He tugged her hair and licked under her chin
She quivered again and leech to his neck
She just won't let go
Soft moans ruffled sheets
And drifted to the ceiling
He gazed deep into her eyes inquiring
She stared intensely and saw her
Reflection and knew she could not escape
His vice-like grip pinned her
Nothing could free her from his clutch
He wanted the world to stop revolving
Her head swarmed with a medley of music
And she longed to blow his flute
He believed he was the spider
And she the fly
Now he was not so sure
Her smile was the face of the black widow
Still he felt in control as passion ruled greed
His talk was a flung missile
Her stifle cries were untold mysteries
His stare was conquest and victory
Her gaze was a snap shot of evidence
His murmurs were slaps and tickles
Her embrace was a tigress claws
His strokes were pistons and power
Her magic was the box of a thousand tricks
And she took the pulse-beat of his heart

A crescendo of sounds: moans and cries and flutters
Burst crashing in screams splitting window panes
And shaking the foundation to its core

Now chloroform induced sleep
And in dreams they shared

The print of their locked images

Robert Dummett

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