Do you see?

Do you see?

Do you see
beyond the gauze
masking my face
as it lingers and drapes
lazy obscure
with quivered breath?

Can you see
tender pink lips
naked, begging taste,
to be wet by a lick
or heated graze,
locked in passion’s
primal feast,
feral, unleashed?

40 years starvation
held back
into quiet moans
of escaped whispers
and silenced needs,
shuffled and mingle
incomprehensible with breeze

Did you catch
the glimmered hunger,
a warning flare,
deepest timbre
in drowning cesspools
of white chocolate,
thickened by desire

Dreaming to escape
this damnation cage
of self control,
societal reign
fettered rage
to scream and feed,
set free…

before lashes snap,
locking down
upon pale cheeks
while ingrained
communal domination
turned me away?

More good work - it's been a good day all round here actually. This just tops it off nicely.

You use few words to create such vivid imagery again, Echoes, you oppose and join things that clash and jar, and that makes them so strong. Especially enjoy

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Originally Posted by Echoes

the glimmered hunger,
(...)
in drowning cesspools
of white chocolate,

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Thanks for this

Its amazing Echoes...

I loved it.

I love reading this one out loud....have you tried that?

The beat of each word resounding in the room as I read it...very nice Echos...I do love your work.

Talia