Your Voice Leaves Shivers On My Skin

Poetry Jun 4, 2021

I love the touches of your lips
Love the sound your fingers make
When they talk eloquently to my hips
Hold me steady as I shake

You tell me shush, to lean back silent
To watch the ceiling with closed eyes
That you will make colors more vibrant
That each touch means what it implies

I yearn your touch and so your presence
Start missing you before you leave
I dread the hours of your absence
Caught in the netting that you weave

Your voice is sex, my body smalltalk
Mindless chatter as hours fade
My words are silent, my breath halted
I hold a heart, you Ace of spades

You leave me behind, well-spent, exhausted
Exilerated to my core
I listen to the shower, faucet
Before you go home to your bore

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Lars Londerre

I write whenever the mood strikes or strokes. Things get weird sometimes, but then that's why you're here.