LONGING; THE TASTE OF THINGS TO COME

 

Tongues taste
our thoughts
when our thighs
twist and tumble,
when we slip
from sensible
to supple, shuffling
off our slips,
when lips lick lines
of longing, disrobing
desire from distraction,
curious to current caress,
covetous carried toward carnal,
slipping onto soft sheets
soon to be sweaty,
soon to be soiled
with that sensual scent,
soon to be hard, harder, hotter
(you had me at hello
but you know that now).

Tongues taste
our thoughts
before we’ve even come
to embrace them.

All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

Audio version available on Soundcloud:

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