HOME | DD

uberpixie — rapture [NSFW]
Published: 2005-04-09 10:30:52 +0000 UTC; Views: 118; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 6
Redirect to original
Description i remember that day
that day that meant the world
lemon scented kisses
a quiet, merlot haze
no one else exhisted...we barely exhisted
your touch was chill
cold hands, warm heart
i was lost
your eyes swallowed me
taste...tasteing your soul from within
emerging from the silence renewed
you hinted at something extra-ordinary
something perposterous
the unthinkable...but i believed it anyway
it felt like demolition
two things colliding into one great explosion
naked
ballet between the sheets
and we danced... oh, how we danced...
you lead
and i followed
the scene was filmed in black and white
fluid motion
a rise...and a fall
rise and fall
rise
rise
rise into the next form of life
reincarnation of the most carnal sorts
crumpled heap of being
held tight like a ghost to it's home
salty cheeks
sweaty extremities
pure, unadulterated bliss
you said you loved me
and you still do
i own your entire being
paid in full with my soul
i still remember that day... and i still crave it
Related content
Comments: 6

zomI3iegirl [2008-10-12 01:38:10 +0000 UTC]

"no one else exhisted...we barely exhisted"

I really like that line.
kudos.

👍: 0 ⏩: 0

SangoTaijiya01 [2005-04-15 17:08:36 +0000 UTC]

very interesting ^_^

👍: 0 ⏩: 1

uberpixie In reply to SangoTaijiya01 [2005-04-15 17:31:13 +0000 UTC]

thank you!

👍: 0 ⏩: 0

EveryNextDream [2005-04-15 12:38:14 +0000 UTC]

'it felt like demolition' is just the BEST expression. I love how you've expressed everything here, even the really explicit stuff without actually BEING explicit with the language which takes immense skill. You really do have a knack for creating stuff that stirs up memories...this one got me thinking (in a nice way).

👍: 0 ⏩: 1

uberpixie In reply to EveryNextDream [2005-04-15 13:05:03 +0000 UTC]

thank you!

i didn't want to have this turn out like most erotic poetry... ya know, where it sounds really sensual and well written until the work "cock" just shows up, killing the feel of the poem.

i swear, the way you talk about my work, it sounds like i've crawled into your head and spilled the memories out for you. i'm so glad that my work makes you feel good, hell, i'm happy to have it make ANYONE feel the same way i do about it!

👍: 0 ⏩: 1

EveryNextDream In reply to uberpixie [2005-04-15 13:55:38 +0000 UTC]

IMHO that's a sign of effective art - when you can express your emotions so well that the person looking at or reading what you've done feels the same thing you did when you created it

👍: 0 ⏩: 0