Passions Song

[TheDeSade]

This is a work in progress. I post it now because I want feedback. I call it a word song. My intent is create a melody, comprised of words, which carries the reader along through its course. Within it are many interpretations depending on just how you read the words and the line. It is designed to be read aloud.

Please comment back. This is on the edge of my creative path.

Passions Song

Soft skin,so smooth, waiting for my touch.
I gaze up on it. My hands ache for the feel of you.
My fingers tingle with the need to caress you,
to trace the soft the curves of your body,
to follow the rise of your full breasts
as they swell so perfectly from the plain of your belly.

To feel between my fingers, the tempting tip
of your nipples as I roll and pinch them,
slowly drawing them out, teasing them to erection,
torturing them to exquisite tenderness
until you gasp and arch your back in response
to the electric shocks that radiate out
from the soft brown crowns that adorn your breasts.

My hands, filled with the firm fullness
of your perfectly formed breasts
fingers curled as they close about the
succulent orbs and dig deeply, becoming claw like
as they crush closed, pain pulsating from the
deep dents in which my fingers ride
until you cry out in desperate desire.

Lips crushed against yours, tasting the sweetness
of your mouth. My tongue probing, tasting, testing, exploring.
Teeth finding a luscious lower lip
and biting down to draw from within you
a plaintive whine as I taste the salty syrup
that is the blood I release as part of your release.

Supple wrists, thin and delicate, together bound
in black soft cord, caressing the fine lines
of your arms as they lay behind you.
Movements hindered by the kiss of the bindings.
Freedom enhanced by the tight restriction.
Desire unbound as you lay bound.

Long lean limbs widely spread by the
cold steel of the bar that holds them.
Legs encased in silk embellishing the fine lines
and curves of thighs and calves just begging
to be touched, caressed and stroked. Soft touches
that foretell the sharp sting of the crop
as it bites. The marks the reminders of lust unleashed.

Tiny nub of focused sensuality
peeking coyly from its hidden perch above the
deep dark depths of the beckoning berth
where my cock seeks to rest.
A thumbnail placed with careful consideration
of the climactic chaos soon to be unleashed.
It's sharp bite cutting cruelly into the core
of your aroused delight.

Warmly welcoming, moist and beckoning
eagerly anticipating the foretold filling
of the emptiness now profound.
Then the press of flesh on flesh and parting lips
a welcome sound of moaning pleasure
as they embrace the shaft of raptured agony.

Breath sharply taken as the passion
unleashed begins to soar on high.
Bodies now as one, in unison moving
toward the crest of unbridled release
as souls are mated so is lust together
spent and together merged forever more.

[bluemedusa]

Really, really beautiful imagery that describes perfectly your subject within the confines of the rhythm and alliteration. Well done. I completely hear the song in it.

I am curious as to your line breaks. I know when I write, each line break is deliberate. Is there any reason why they're broken where they are or did it just fit the "melody"?

Looking forward to seeing where it progresses. Thank you for sharing.

[bluemedusa]

Really, really beautiful imagery that describes perfectly your subject within the confines of the rhythm and alliteration. Well done. I completely hear the song in it.

I am curious as to your line breaks. I know when I write, each line break is deliberate. Is there any reason why they're broken where they are or did it just fit the "melody"?

Looking forward to seeing where it progresses. Thank you for sharing.