The Voyeur Poems 1.

JAB To The Heart

His mouth is like plush violets.       As I watch him go down on me,       Opal stardust falls on my face.         I plant my own sins in my ribs.           I am exhausted on this exodus of ecstasy.                                                        I am strung up on his eyelashes.

He is the oval window in my ear.     He is the whirlwind in my lungs.  He is the fiery filament,                     Burning my breast raw.

I am soaring on heady heights,            As our tongues are rapidly-rapid
Through the summer night.

Poem: Naomi Ruth Saharski W.                                         Photo: Pinterest

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