flesh and blade

Posted by Robert Anderson On Tuesday, March 26, 2013 0 comments

last night
i envisioned you
laying there naked while
i grazed a knife over your body.

you watched as it
glanced off
against your flesh and were breathing
deep
in an unyielding
certainty.

you bit your lip
getting aroused
and looked into my eyes
wanting more to kiss me
than anything
(i could see it in your soul).

so i let the tip cross your neck softly
then
down your arm and
placed that shadowed handle
in your milky hand
with mine

vexatiously ramming
my heated breath against
the bittersweet taste
of your blushing lips
we merged.

i loved you in that moment
as i do, if not more, as i write these
unhinged words
for you now.

you're so fucking beautiful.

Posted by Robert Anderson at Tuesday, March 26, 2013

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