Wing Walker

Wing Walker 

loved flash
eye-candy men
lickable lollipops of bronzed muscle
hot piston bodies pumping pleasure through the night
innocence exploring the childhood of her womanhood, sweet couplings that soothed without satisfying.


He whispered, bodiless voice thrumming “The best sex happens from the neck up.”
Commands launched her, walking wings of his desire.
Mind game, word fuck, captured
her, imagination unbound.
Mind candy

~Nara Malone

That last line of the first stanza won’t fit on one line but it should be one line. Fibonacci and I are are both out of our comfort zones on this one. This is my contribution to dVerse Poets OpenLinkNight. Stop by to see what others wrote or to join in the fun yourself.