She read each tantalising word
Slowly
Savouring the taste
Upon her tongue
Shivering
With some undefined excitement
Giving herself up to the fantasy
He described
One that made her catch her breath
And left her trembling
With desire
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Photograph taken from Tumblr
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She is drawn to the window
Pulling the sheet from the bed
She wraps it around herself
She kneels, entranced
By the snow
By the pale, pure light
Of the morning
She breathes deeply
Enjoying the view
Enjoying the silence
Enjoying the perfection of the early morning
The beauty of the day
And from his position on the bed
He was enjoying the beauty
Of her
*This is another piece written last year. The snow in winter brings many memories for me and moments like this that I imagine. I do so love the early morning and its stillness and the incredible winter light and how that plays upon the skin. I’ve added audio, perhaps, to justify the re blogging.
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Artwork by Zhaoiming Wu
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A curvaceous hip
Nipples hard and urgent
Pale skin that catches the light
A raised, bare bottom
Aching to be touched
Or reddened
Naked limbs
That should be wrapped
Around you
And the long, dark hair
That she would love
To drag
Over
Every
Inch
Of you
Her gift
To you
Your goddess
*This was written last year but I’ve decided to give it it a new viewing, this time with audio.
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Photograph taken from Pinterest
He said, “this excites you.”
Never a question.
Always a firm, confident statement.
He knew what made her burn.
From every word he used
to the tone of his voice
he knew what made her surrender herself
completely
to him.
He was a master
at how to turn up the heat.
Making her hunger for him
with a ferocity
she could not control
nor did she want to…
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Photograph taken from Pinterest
Facts.
Instinct.
Risk.
Faith.
The precarious balance when we make choices.
When you know
deep within
something you can’t explain
you just know…
A faith born of intuition
of instinct
puts you on a course of joy or sorrow
unknown to you.
That is when you take a chance
on what you feel
on what might actually be true.
You roll that dice.
You cash in your chips.
You go
all in.
Risk it all.
For what you know
deep down to your soul
is worth the risk.
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Photograph taken from The Unintended Muse
The night is woven with stars
Inky darkness warmed with
A million strands of you
A million thoughts
A million memories
A million desires
Entwined in an embrace
As sleep descends
And I take you with me
Until dawn
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Photograph taken from Google Images
It was an honour to be asked to share the page with Dana (Love Letters Lost At Sea). I’ve always been a fan of Dana’s work, often finding myself in her words. Our mutual affinity for the sea and how it inspires us creating a special bond. If you are not already following you really must visit her blog, Love Letters Lost At Sea, and be drawn down into her depths to lose yourself exquisitely in her sensuous prose.
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When the fog is dispersed
And distractions are removed
She is still there
His silent passenger
Hidden under his skin
Nestled within him
She is the girl
With the ocean in her soul
The one whose heart races
Upon nearness to water
A mermaid
A naiad
A sea siren
Her affinity with him
As much as hers with the water
Souls tied to the waves
And no matter
Stormy or calm seas
She is always
A part of him
*Another reblog from last year because some things will always resonate and I was feeling this keenly today. I hope that the reader enjoys.
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Double exposure print by Antonio Mora
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He studies her
Every single inch.
Cataloguing
And memorizing
Her skin.
Imagining its softness
Its scent
Its taste.
Her curves
That he dreams of following
With his hands and mouth
Her hair
A dark storm of waves and curls
Long enough to wind around his hand
And pull her close.
Her smile
That seems to sparkle
Just for him
Lighting up the room
And bringing warmth to his day
And her eyes
The blue-grey
Of a stormy sea.
A sea he is eager to get lost in
He studies her
His dark haired angel
*Another reblog from last year with added audio simply because I like it.
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Photograph taken from Pinterest
She tries to explain its significance
what it means to her
how it fulfills her
how it feeds her soul
in a way that nothing else ever has
But the words fall on deaf ears
as though she is speaking a foreign language
So she writes in secret
at times
Words are always on her mind
when she’s not writing
she’s thinking of writing
sometimes
to the exclusion of all else
At times she cannot get the words on the page fast enough
before they drift away
a whisper
a sigh
floating out of reach
gone forever
a haunting refrain
When she writes
she feels
sometimes she cries
sometimes she laughs
mostly she smiles
feeling a joy bubbling up from within
For every line
is hers
and no others
part of her
part of who she is
Her picture
boldly found
between the lines
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Photograph taken from Pinterest
Siren Whispers 