I cannot cage these thoughts
or douse these desires.
Every encounter pushes me further over the edge,
to fall
to fly
into this fire
with you.
Cool sheets and exhausted sleep
coalesce into an awakening.
Flames licking every inch of my bare frame.
Sheets tangled around curves
as my hands smooth over warm skin
and my fingers find every ache
with your name.
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All along the undertow
I fought for breath
Every tug upon my senses
Pulling me back
Into your tide
The current strong
As strong as my will
My lungs filling
With the taste of memory
Burning with need
Until I surrendered
My thoughts
Struggling no more
Finding freedom
In the embrace
Of your waves
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“Siren’s last breath”
Photographer Steven Kowalski; Model Lauren Roth
my words can,
at times,
be a tender confessional
of needs and wants,
of memories and fantasy,
or sometime a rush of spleen
as I unveil myself
publicly
and privately;
but most often they are
a tangled narrative
that finds me
firmly
at the center,
pulling at edges
that have kept me rooted
and wilting
for far too long
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Wrists
Touched
With tender fingers
Upon sensitive skin
A provocation
An awakening
Of feral need
.
Wrists
Held
Within a manacle
Of your will
Pinned
And possessed
For pleasure
.
Wrists
Kissed
A rapid pulse
Beating
Beneath your lips
My scent
An invading army
Upon your senses
An invocation
Of your need
.
Wrists
Pale and vulnerable
Soft skin
Reddened
By your attentions
The burn left
Showing desire’s path
And my destruction
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deep persuasion
words drunk like wine
intoxicating my soul
hastening my fall
as I imbibe
every
breathless
word
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Vintage girl
found within sepia stained pages.
Bound to a life
she was never meant to live.
Dutiful exploits
catalogued inside,
pages
curled over time,
color
seeping from the edges.
she pushes at boundaries.
Her mind,
her soul,
ready to be more than one shade
of alive.
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I watch this sea
in daylight
in half light
and in total darkness,
finding it mysterious and ever-changing.
I listen to its song,
the even ebb and flow of the tide
gentle
rough
gentle.
I don’t check the time,
knowing by the sound that the tide has come in.
When I wake,
as the dawn breaks over the horizon,
I know that the water will have receded.
The tide will be out
and spread across the beach,
scattered like drunken sailors on leave,
will be messages from the deep,
interspersed with cylindrical sand shapes
where the water has leached away
waiting for the moment the tide pushes its way
inland again
the land’s thirst for the sea
sated.
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