You found me there
on top
of you,
of the world.
I longed for nothing
except you
inside of me,
as I watched
you come, after me.
Seduced again,
the gold chain
around my neck
hung between my breasts
as you pumped between my legs.
Before the fall
we flew so high,
my head on a feathered cloud.
I breathed you in,
as you wore me out.
My thighs slick with longing,
and the lingering scent of lust.
You split me
wide open
and I
swallowed you whole.
All Rights. Lori Green.
Lori Green is a Canadian writer who has been writing poetry and dark fiction since she first picked up a pen. Her work has been accepted in various publications including Ghost Orchid Press, Dark Rose Press, Black Hare Press, and more. She studied English Literature at the University of Western Ontario and now lives along the shores of Lake Erie. She is currently working on her first novel. You can follow her on Twitter @LoriG1408 or on Facebook.
