The Whisperings On Val’eve

For longer than a taste
– or two,
I will linger;
Lips against lips,
softly against soft.

I will linger

In eyes,
– my prison,
visions of sweetness,
of sweat, of lust;
promisings of ecstasy’s sin
to flower upon my decadent hunger.

Dance soft
– circles across my tongue,
around, across,
awakening and arousing whispers auctioned
in the throes of passions;
drink until my appetite is laid bare
for a moment or two.

Command my civility
– my shadow, my touch,
– my every secret;
into words spoken as prayer,
into words cried
in breaths of consummation.

Perfection
– as my own is wondered well,
countless times stabs and penetrates
the beast beyond the shatterings of humanity descent
into the salvation of the truth of desire.

 

(Tony Harmon)

Stranger, here you will do well to tarry; here our highest good is pleasure.