My love will not let my Lover go

[comfyshoes]

At the stand of this love

she is unfinished,

 

an hour glass

with sand still flowing.

 

Suddenly shattered,

tiny pieces of glass

 

frightened and bleeding on the sheets,

one lovers' beauty singing

 

inside the other

yet she can no longer answer

 

though her mouth is hungry

for the tongue that once flamed

 

her into a dithering fool

moaning, sighing, arching, doing

 

anything

needing to dissipate herself and

 

her lover

two parched nude bodies in flagrant lust.

 

And one is quick to say that is all it is

but she is a liar

 

for there is more to us, there is this elusive

unveiling, lifted with compassionate fingers,

 

that won't be denied, a palpable thing

wanting, needing our individual truths.

 

Now the stronger lover is torn

her lovers' body has become leaden

 

she is too quiet

no matter what she thinks, I will always creep

 

upon her flesh

anchor her to me

 

without reserve

but with a kind of love

 

like that of an overturned vase, reckless

spilling the scent of jasmine everywhere

 

a gang of thorns and buds

cool pain and hot pleasure, that becomes

 

an addiction

surging and sprouting.

 

Washing her with myself, my being -

I won't let her go.

 

Not her wet kisses

or her sleepy sighs,

 

nor her murmuring

love poems

 

that make me feel

desired and less alone.

[Censored]

Thnak you comfy, nice.

[rusty_boi]

very good, love the wording