November 11, 2019
"Mes de los Muertos"

 

In Too Deep

 
 
 

Sweet surrender
to the siren
as she calmly
calls out
with a gentle whisper
from the far side
of the next horizon

Silky smooth skin
draws me in
closer to the scent
of sex I'm craving
once I wind up
in her open arms
of seductive bliss

Sanity goes out the door
when the heart
of lust
slays the mind
and all decisions concede
to the urges
of an unquenchable longing

In the moment
of our first touch
truth comes on fast
and hard
before I'm pulled
under the waves
by the tricky tide
of a fading mirage







Article © Scott Thomas Outlar. All rights reserved.
Published on 2015-08-31
Image(s) © Sand Pilarski. All rights reserved.


1 Reader Comments

Don Beukes
09/03/2015
10:11:00 PM

Another tour de force Scott! Shine On!

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By Scott Thomas Outlar