Heated Thoughts

The flood the push or was it a dream
of a touch
the heat teased me with its kisses
flittering down my soul

hips thrust into only air
mind lost against the want
the need the push
the dream of a ...touch

how can i breathe with my mouth
closed
feeling the wet of a kiss
the taste of a
kiss
sliding its thief
into my heart..

the minutes churned my body
like a toy i lifted and fell
where is my will
my desire my need to say
stop
how do i end this... living
hell

slowly it ebbs its grip of my life
so easily it leaves
as the pit of my core now ceases to
throb

take me time your arms so strong
remove my pitiful body from this heat
of a need..the push
the dream
of a touch..

my taste is dead
inside my mouth their lives the odor
of self disgust
it grows stronger ..larger...greater
than me..
this need..for the push
to watch ...the dream..
and finally feel the touch..
of reality

By: Mitch Dearmond