Your Hands

Frame my face,
Remembering every line and curve;
Smooth the hair out of my eyes,
So you can see through me.

Run down the small of my back,
Making me arch with lust;
Cup my breasts so gently,
Sending tremors down my spine.

Lock with mine,
Drawing me against your body;
Powerfully thrust into me,
Melting the surrounding world.

Trace my heart,
Claiming it as your prize.

My Anger

Seeps through the pores
Of my skin,
And enters my mind
Like an explosion.

Polluting the very air
That I breathe,
It seethes.

It can tear you down
With just a glare,
And rip your heart
Into a pair.

Poisoning all the words
That I say,
Yet it stays.