The last leaf falls
to the ground, solitary
sentries within my garden
tall
proud
naked
to the gaze of the sun
vulnerable and exposed, limbs
aching for the touch
in winter’s kiss
autumn’s slumber becoming
the waiting beauty
of winter
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Days bleed into nights
longing forbidden,
repressed
hours underscored
the persistent hum of sweet desire
yearning that screams for the bite of fingers
maddened with passion
palms molded to hips
intent driven home
the hunger to feel his breath upon my ear, my neck
how it unravels me
completely
this ache burns with a thousand fires
a heat that the press of his skin
would not squelch
but would light anew
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She was the first face I saw.
I fell in love
But didn’t know it.
Those hazel eyes gazing down at me
Soothing my abrupt entrance
Into a much colder world
Than the one I had existed in
For months.
I quickly came to realize
That she was my world.
Her beloved countenance
Changing over the years
But always
Full of love
Full of pride.
She has been
My teacher
My cheerleader
My taskmaster
My confidante.
Providing an example
Of what to strive for
Being supportive of the choices I made
Even ones that she knew would hurt me
Assuring me
That kindness doesn’t make one weak
And always making it clear
That the world was my oyster
That I alone could make my world
What I wished it to be.
I have been so lucky
To have had such a wonderful person
To guide my days
To know unconditional love and acceptance.
Recently I was reminded of a song
That was always hers and mine.
My mother
My friend.
You and me against the world.
A mother’s love
A sacred thing.
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*I’ve posted this multiple times but on this day, the birthday of the most amazing and loving person that I know, I felt it fitting. Happy 90th birthday Mom.
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Taste the hunger in the night
black as coal
unforgiving in its depth
this wicked intent reigns supreme
hands grip
fingers rake
the length of me
nails leave pretty pink
tracks laced with red
draw blood, love
taste my lust
coppery want that begs for more
lips only
silenced with yours
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Sunday confession
your hands slide up my thighs
silken webs woven
with desire
fingers finding
lace and soft
skin to stroke
breath and sighs, ascending
a fevered crescendo
straddled
upon your lap
questing
curious, heat
lips and breath
tangled cries
finding religion, deep
within these stolen moments
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You would be the book I would savor.
The cover only hinting at the contents;
my curiosity aroused
by the suggestion of what lay inside.
My attention held from those first moments.
A word
a description
would catch my eye
leaving me to think that this was no ordinary book.
Neither formulaic nor predictable,
but rather something unique
and rare.
Something searched for,
knowing it when found.
Modestly bound,
this book would be full of depth.
unmet fire,
promise.
Feeling the connection
deeply,
I would pore over each page
keenly,
my fingers sliding along text and image
heat rising along each curve
my pulse
beginning to race
imagination flaring.
The story touching me,
arousing me,
inducing me to read
well into the night.
Ravenous for every word.
Enthralled with my discovery.
But though impatient to reach the end
I would restrain myself from glancing at the final page.
Knowing the journey through those pages,
reading every line
knowing every chapter
would be worth it.
To know the story,
the man,
in his entirety.
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She was a discovery waiting to happen
The moment he saw her he knew
Evocative of the unexpected scene you come upon
As you wander an unknown path
The eyes widening just a bit
The smile flirting at the edges of your mouth
Something to enrich your senses
To take your breath
And oh how he wanted to get lost
Lost in the way she falls
And in the way he catches her
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