. . . . of senses, sound and smell

i kneeled and
embraced you
then suddenly cooed
animal noises in your ear
strange mewing sounds
of such kitten breath longings
softs purr~whispers you could feel and hear
remember? . . . .

my will had been sent
on it’s own crazy way
I was quarrentined
a weak ghostly stay
rest of me only allowed partial access
i knew not what those sounds said
but quelled longings escaped
I do confess
still you translated exactly
while still I fled
the true message you received and heard
my body language you grasped when you read.
so damn tuned into me ~ my word!
damn boy ~ you miss nothing!!

l can’t help it
I said
i love you
it slipped out
damn these truthful lips
fucking forget it!
It means NOTHING!!
I writhed and begged inside!

how you suddenly responded to me
uncivilized silent animal back
the way you enfoldeded, lift~kissed and embraced me
spoke volumes of sweet utterances back.
I watched from afar . . .
my only ever kiss
you placed on my chest
why not on my lips?

now
slow motion sequence
forever
back
embedded
in
my
sensory
vertabre
descending
track.

you lifted me up a passionate sweep
plucked me like a feathery throw away leaf
showed me pine resin’s sticky sweet gum
offering me lovely sniffs from
the shared azalea blossum scent
that emits it’s true essense and purest of fragrance
when it has been both crushed and spent.
oh it doesn’t compare with the sweetness of a man.
no don’t throw it away, wipe it into my skin
yes til the juice is gone
add it to my scent
you put it in me.
.

and i too recorded your very own scent
absorbed into my own DNA
and I changed it
musky high/ lows
and a touch of garlic
and something of black woody humus that day
beyond the scope of these words
sealed in my limbic store to tell
one still moment
I close my eyes and grok-grok
yea I bite
and savor that memory so well . . .
like smelling salts . . .
prickles
it wakes me
oh
remember I warned you
don’t wake me up
. . . .
but you did anyway . . .
didn’t you?

I buried
swept my nose in the earthy blossum
of that wild thick wooly dark mane
my senses harmonized
tuning earth filled with air
lifted in an olfactory refrain
now mounting your spirit
to come ride out from your skin
and co mingle this high dance with me.
it excites me just to get a hint of your taste again
you smell like the sea . . .
the sea
you taste like the sea
to me . . .
listen
my nostrils flare and quiver
my eyes narrow, flash and shiver
with furrowed brows
what a storm you stir
heady stuff my dear
combustable chemical alchemy.

here . . .
blindfold me with my scarf my love
do it
spin me around
stand naked and silent in a part of this room or in the forest near a tree
doesn’t matter to me . . .
i will find you
like a blind hungry animal
not a peep
watch me
because i know your scent now.
be fooled not by my gentleness . . .
test me.
let the games begin.

. . . . of senses, sound and smell

evon ski

Joined June 2009

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