my dripping lips.....

My dripping lips glisten with
A soaking wet and breathless kiss
As your lips my lips do sip
Hoping that you catch each drip
Lust and long for more to taste
Shiver, quiver, shake and ache
Tremble as I touch your face
Wipe away the sweat you break
Through your hair my fingers glide
As if I grip the midnight sky
With my fist and twist it tied
As in bliss you writhe and cry
When I pull it hard and tight
Arch your back so I might bite
That outstretched neck so milky white
And leave it red instead tonight
As your blood does flood and roar
A crimson river toward the floor
Dripping down your gown it pours
And soaks those supple breasts of yours
Such tender, swollen breasts now heaving
Faster, faster as your breathing
Barely keeps up with the beating
Of your speeding heart that’s bleeding
Dancing as I hold your waist
Hands wrapped in a once white lace
Slowly as you die with grace
With at last a smiling face.....

footnote:
i am angry now and infuriated that i see talent and and want to get the geniius out of it. like Wilde said: i pour my genius into every but my art, that i pour my talent. come on fellow writers you all are doing well, but can you push yourselves....please for the sake ofd the written word who among you is the next Byron, Poe, Plath.......?