1. Drive Mad


    Date: 2/19/2015, Categories: Love Poems, Author: TheScheherezadeFeint, Rating: 24, Source: LushStories

    began an endless duel. You were so brave, but I grew sick of the debate. Storming off, crushed, striding away, so beguiled by eyes of hate, into arms of comfort. There he was, the perfect bait - so long and tall, so strong and fierce. There you were, the perfect mate, with perfect aim - my delicate chest forever pierced. Tunneling gale ripples the fletchings of your everlasting arrow, glowing warm within my impatient body. The struggle is over, I cannot wait. ----- Twisting bodies forming arches, the bearer of pleasure arriving late she bites, he kicks and strains, thriving on erotic pains. Amid the chaotic, the coiling, dripping mass of female limbs and whispers hushed he laid stiff, tied, growing larger. I was soft but sharp, a cloud of pure electricity, sugar and spice, and ferocious duplicity. He was hard, a raging, frenzied creature. Insane, like a Byzantine charger. Each fleeting, momentary ride left hungry participants panting, drifting, slipping into an aching, pulsing delirium. Beautiful bodies in perfect merger... Pled no contest when they came after us screaming 'antitrust'. We just want to dance all night. We don't even care, we'll bare our weakest places, and give in to the terror. Glancing with passion they cry out as they must while they moan and share her, Rapt and lost with lust and loathing, frantic, hips driving, hands pacing, ...
    breath racing... Each he, she, him, and her caught mid-thrust; a hyena's laugh their only clothing. All we can do now is dance all night, and disappear before the light. While our bodies harmonize, Every time we say our goodbyes, You make me want to tear down the sunrise. ----- Writhing, weeping, arching with fright, skilled in the science of mirth, and not remotely contrite they played my hand for all I was worth. Lost that bet holding six or seven aces. Tried to walk away, and only made it ten or twenty paces. Hit the gravel, hard right, There's a cloud of dirt in my headlights... Funny how easy it is to find the damn road tonight. Riding, running, driving again, lost in the of memory of your kiss, burdened only by horrid bliss, remembering best when you were mine, and I was yours, whenever we wanted, unrestrained, in all our favorite places, seeking the secret of St. Valentine. Ablaze in the darkness I wish for sunshine to extinguish me, to deliver me from this labyrinthine nightmare of high speed chases. I long for you, my dear, and I'll drive all night, I'll press through the fear. It's 'what we get', they laugh, for living in all the empty spaces, for wearing only our most naked faces. Always laughed at the things they said: “Lazy girl,” “Crazy girl,” “Bad.” “Play nice,” “Learn to share,” “And whatever you do, don't ever, ever drive mad.”
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