Wanton Desires Poem by Samantha Campbell

I sit perched atop a mountain of thought
birthing a new creation in the world
suffering from that
tip of the tongue
complex

I proceed
third eye
wide open
simply
thinking
lick me
and taste
the substance
of my existence
swallow words
savor flavors
let my sweet
and spicy artistry
move across
your tongue

Tongue tasting
luscious lingo
devouring
gooey words
savory enticement
reaching cavity creating
endorphins getting
you intellectually
stimulated off of
conceptual creativity

Creativity engulfed
in flaming flickering lust
consumed in passion
while love falls
from purple sky's
and pink Sun bursting
psychedelic
kaleidoscope
revolutionary
contently devouring
upon abstract designs

Literally
Metaphorically
Really
teasing
and
tantalizing
volcanic spots

Because I felt words
linger upon my tongue
deciphering verses
as they departed my lips
engraving a design
that left me
caught in the vibrations
drifting along the melodies
of your mouth

So long as men
can breathe or see
the thing that moves me most
may just be the way your
metaphors dance clumsily
upon your lips without stumbling
tongue twisting acrobatics
watching wonderful wobbles of whimsy
placing kisses reverberating Rainbow prisms
ever glow luminous liquid light fill the night

It turns me on
when you spit words
into an Abyss
of Ink

Night curves the sky
with seductive foreboding

Compiling movements
rhythmically putting up
a fevered heat
I have this urge to purge
what's inside of me

I Scribe To Release Broken Parts of Me

Lips meet from
across the expanse
of time and space
leaping hungrily
cascading
colliding
soft
sensual
kisses
opens up
far star scape
magnetic pulse
fever scarlet shown through
I can't help but blush
a secret withheld
this longing
locked away
in the vault
between my legs
flowers arranging
their colors in tune
in cherry red bloom

Your eyes
piercing mirrors
of shimmery moonlight

I undress you
with my eyes
my hands
creeping
up your
thighs

I've
fantasized
about
scratching
your back

The perfect melody
and the key of love
so long as this heart
is used by thee
or my pucker
will have soured
with a taste
of bitterness

I want you
to be my
painful
pleasure
the slow
steady throb
as it goes deeper
body movement
masterpieces
my hourglass hips
and heavy thighs
I want you
to plunge
deep
into
my
((((p-p-pul-s-s-sating))))
core
earthquake
legs trembling
I want to
ride you
into utopia

My heart's a depth-less ocean
feel the pull of the tide
and the waves of emotion
crashing up against the sides
again with this urge to purge
what's inside of me

Poetry
is
the
language
of
my
soul

My delicate
fingers
emit affection

I fear you only exist
within the illusion of space
in a far off place
across horizons
just out of my reach

Will I forever swim
wretched in rivers
of willingly wanting
wanton desires

Paper driping
interwoven
tears etched
between the lines

Tempestuous seas
longings of the heart
yet the colors
move the mind

Like Aphrodite
I rose full grown
from sea foam
an old soul
in the body
of youth

My heart is a wreck
shipwrecked on land
blackened batted
eyes of reason
if only my heart
could be seen
with the tears
in which I have swum
and let those see
the depth of such illicit seas
that contained all of me
would I still drown
in blue sky waters
of Wanton Desires

By Samantha Campbell