Inspired by Patrick Darcy’s hot and sensual poetry,
I’ve attempted to write a short poem today.
And I mean attempt.
I’m supposed to be finishing Paint the Sky,
so I only spent a short time on this.
Tight muscles bulge under stretched fabric
Small yet pointed nipple buds demand attention
Teasingly, a tattoo draws the eye
Across smooth, young skin
Upwards to the throat, held back in need, swallowing hard
Taste and nip,
Lick and kiss in groans of desire
Along the solid bone of jaw
Peppered in scruff.
Parted lips hunger to be filled, consumed, taken
But once connected
Ache for more, so much more.