illegal fun


kilograms of hours
my longing weighs
is seen on my thighs
hankering to feel you
laying ’em in a split
to look in… to moan
loving what you see

kilograms of hours
stars sang my blues
invoking your scent
your sensual sound
gasping in my bedding
crazy charming nest
agonized by dreams

kilograms of hours
in waiting and hoping
with you in the past
with me in a future
hung there in illegal fun
between edge and lust
at just a touch away

un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎

art by Emma Silk

Poetry in 13 (191)


his lips on my body, —
aleatory moves
of sensitive particles, —
revolution inside me