Come to Me…

Come to me,
let your walls crumble
and in flesh attire,
seek me in my home,
where mind meets desire,
world foregoes its languid redress,
and we entangled find our abyss,
in darkness meld with pleasured bliss
and groans replace our words,
where thoughts transcend
and wants commend
this need, so empowering,
I espousing, absurd.

Come to me now,
my dam is bursting,
my cold cement cracking under force,
and you in slender naked warmth,
wrapped around me tightly,
extracting every taunt and slap,
boldly seated in my lap,
inside, I am in rapture’s plan,
rhythm guiding, bodies writhing,
sweat to seal our troth,
mouths seeking, tongues scheming,
lustful fingers finding hope
in ascending ecstasy’s ache.

Then, in shudders embrace,
stiff as boards, no words to say,
as open mouths and silent gasps arise,
and flight does soar above
as minds in release as fluids breach
and white-knuckled hands in hold,
do hang on to ride the storm,
keep it long and drawn,
as lasting as that hope of infinite bliss,
now fallen to a kiss
of half-conscious slump,
melded bodies wet and done,
profess the highest moon.

Come to me,
when all is done, when love is won,
and hearts are set at pause,
the aftermath of more
a question not yet answered.

Tony DeLorger © 2016

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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au
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