Unspoken Consent Poem by Kujo with two curls

I was standing in a world,
Where only we mattered,
Mirrors were reflecting our deepest ecstasies.
You slid your hand over my waist,
A shiver emerged from my spine,
Like a skilled musician,
U began to pluck,
Every string - new melody.
You pulled me closer,
I stood there as a Frozen beast,
Restricting the hidden beast,
Whose desire is still veiled and unknown to me.
My wide-open eyes,
My throbbing heart,
My frozen body,
Screaming silently,
'Kiss me hard'.
Our eyes met,
The air between thinned,
Breathing in the same pattern,
You brushed my yearning lips,
Your tongue gently invaded,
Conquering every fort,
The more deep it goes,
More I crave for.
Your embrace melted my frozen fears of the past,
That haunted my present,
That rigid soul found its melting point,
Around your strong captive arms.
Every touch of yours,
Uncaged a bird, whom I never met,
Time stopped ticking,
Our locked fingers,
Your gentle grasp with its irresistible force,
Igniting solace and fierce tremble.
Your warm breath,
A summer rain on my skin,
The Salty essence of yours,
A perfume that intoxicates me.
Our ordered and refined mind dissolved,
A chaotic and the wildest inners showed up,
We lost track of time and the world,
Redefining old memories into a hauntingly beautiful script,
Autumn leaves crushed beneath the new footsteps.

By Kujo with two curls
20th May 2025
12: 17 PM