The Martyred Kiss

23 Jun

A splintered trace of some empty sorrow
still clings to the pale breath of her kiss,
and she gives away her right to breathe
for the sake of her lips’ relinquished sigh;
I taste the sudden madness of her tears,
and the sweetness of her impassioned lips,
which chafe upon me with an untamed rush,
as her submission tenders into my mouth;
she’s barely aware of her reclusive hedony,
as her lips drag wanton hopes across mine;
not yet acknowledging her uneasy patience,
without feign, she releases labored breath,
and becomes martyr to her own seduction.

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Posted by on June 23, 2017 in My Poetry



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