Brimming

I’m rich in claw
And suck
Full to brim in cling
And lick
Bite me.
Bite me.
Taste the salt of life
In the this little pool of mine.
I’m overflowing with it all
Spilling over
Your hands will tip me
Your tongue will push.
Don’t rush.
Don’t rush.
Make me burble.
Gurgle.
Go with the flow.

(C) Slumpless

Linear Lust

Can I draw the liquid lines of you with my thumbing stroke?

Bleed the sap that I know lingers in the funnel of your heart?

Oh there are ways and means to make your fountain flow

I know most but not all

I will find the waterfall

I strum and hum the tunes that make oblique, the straight lines of your beautiful legs

You beg for more lick and that’s the trick.

Just a breath away.

I’ll stay just a breath away until even a whisper, will send you to simmer

The releasing breaths of a chord too highly strung

Is magic, melody to ears and head that need a patting. A petting.

Wet. Wet. Wetting.

Soak

(C) Slumpless

Mannaaaah From HeavenĀ 

How sweet it is to be held in honey

Luscious and amber ,tongue to cheek

I’m weak. I’m weak. 

Always.

I hadn’t realized that I was worthy of this manaaaaah

The delight in craving 

Something that is saving

Me. You. Us.

Is there a sting coming though? 

Do u feed me sugar and spice ?

Keep it nice

Until suddenly you strike 

And I’m again fool

Caught in a sticky spool

Left to dream at night

Craving.Craving.

Always.

(C)Slumpless

A little something

This thing we have? 

I’ve learned never to ask

“What are we”? 

The truth is:

We’re nothing.

A little something in the evening

A soft hand on a hard place

A gentle caress of the face

Going nowhere. Nowhere to go.

This time I’m ok with that.

You don’t sing me songs, right any wrongs.

You just touch and go.

Ask me no questions

Tell me no lies

Our conversation is made up of sighs

Moans. Groans.

We’re on loan. Not alone.

I don’t look for hidden gems

I don’t dig at your soul.

It is what it is.

A little something. For a little while.

(C)Slumpless 

Citrus Light

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Can I be a warm balmy evening?

Can I be fresh citrus light?

Can I coat you in apple blossoms

Taste your cherry flavored gum

Just for fun?

Can I breathe out desire and soak in stress

Make life seem less…. just less.

Can my soft skin tip yours so that goosebumps hold you close

Can I be the mosquito that sucks your blood

Both annoying and good

Scratch. Scratch me.

Let me in

Under your skin

All over your mouth.

Let me linger on your fingers

Loll on your nose

In quiet repose.

I can be in all of your senses

All of your dreams

Just wish it so. Wish it true.

So I can be all of those things for you.

(c) Slumpless

 

 

Obliterate

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Suddenly your face was the face

Your eyes were the eyes

The skies

The heavens.

And once more I am obliterated

And all my pieces are scattered in the wind.

(c) Slumpless

Malongering

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My sad eye is pressed up against the wall

I heard the nightingale’s silent call

Out there everything shimmers

You  in the middle of a lake that glimmers

Flora and fauna and mossy roads

Faeries and pixies and croaking toads.

Water spouting out your finger

A thousand reasons to let me linger

Staring out at your bright world

Ignoring the fact that I’m being absurd.

Is it better to have a crack

Or does it just highlight what I lack?

(c) Slumpless

Calipers

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You squeezed my skull in calipers

Found me lacking.

I tried to add inches to my intellect-Big words to my little life.

But my head hurts from all this trying

You hold your cigarette with disdain

I should have expected the same.

That black smoke that wakes you in the morning and lulls you to sleep

It only fills your lungs but not your heart

I guess I’m the same.

Breathed in and puffed out.

You’ll give up on me

Eventually.

(c) Slumpless

This Secret We Keep

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There’s a murk in that mist

Those beams just can’t quite make it through

I fell for your tricks again.

I fell for you.

There’s a smirk in that mist.

But it’s not yours or mine

It’s the water.

It’s the air.

They knew it would never be fair.

They just waited for it all to crack.

They felt the light we lack.

I think I hear a bird chirping

But there’s no life here

Like a string broken on a guitar.

Flat. Flat…

The mist is laden with tears

They will go on for years and years

They’re not yours or mine.

We’ll be fine.

They’re hers.

This secret we keep

Will inevitably make her weep.

(c) Slumpless

Longing

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Oh silken longing

You wove your way between us

And the heat we felt was like no other

Thick and unctuous.

Palpitating. Radiating.

Destructive.

Killing us kindly.

Blindly.

We followed it to hell and

Now we spin in sulfurous steam

Flayed and splayed.

A fire that will never turn to cinder

Never return to sender.

(c) Slumpless

 

It’s not you . It’s me. It’s anybody.

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I’m warning you now.

Don’t let me do it.

Don’t let me fall for you.

You say you want casual.

But this talent I lack.

I never stay on track.

I freewheel and lose the road.

Heavy load. Heavy load.

Once you’re in. You’re in in.

That’s it , I’m done.

It’s no fun

Not for me.

Not for you.

This need, this desire

Will last longer than you’ll think it should

You’ll be surprised

‘ Am I really that good?’

That’s what you’ll wonder

As I’m torn asunder.

But if it’s any consolation

You’re not.

You’re nothing special

No magic power.

You’re a character in a play

And it’s the play . The story.

You’re just the understudy.

But I will always stick to this script.

(c) Slumpless

 

Butter

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She smelled like cocoa butter

And I would have spread her

All over my bed, my head.

But she longed for harder flesh and bristle

Muscle and strength

Width and length.

I was mere finger and tongue

Too girly, too young.

Maybe if she had tried

Lied.

Given it a chance

Her body would have danced

And her soul might have followed suit

Ah what a pity. She sticks to the straight and narrow (or wide).

I could have made her glide.

(c) Slumpless