The words
live and breathe
inside my veins.
Nourished
by thoughts
by feelings
by desires.
They hide
until I bid them appear,
buffed and burnished
unfettered and released
to whisper the sweet and passionate things
a poetess will murmur
to her Muse.
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Not new but still relevant.
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Photograph taken from Pinterest
Your desire
cascades over my skin
with intent.
It caresses my thighs
it’s fingers moving ever upward
and inward.
It pools in my depths
lingering with expectation.
It washes over me
like the surf over sand.
Violently
vigorously
forcefully
fiercely
ferociously
fervently.
Covering me
completely
with the passionate purpose
of your embrace
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Photograph taken from Tumblr
His eye is caught
By the line
From heel to hip
The curve of her calves
Entices him
To touch
To follow that path
With his fingers
A sleek, sensual slide
Of silky, satiny skin
Up her thighs
To where the pencil skirt
Its length deceptively modest
Hugs her hips and arse
As though it were a second skin
Embracing her curves
Like a lovers caress
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Photograph by SirenSong1208
You are a poem
a delightful verse
lilting through my days
like a melody.
You are a puzzle
who’s edges fit mine so perfectly
it’s as though we were made
for each other.
You are an enigma
one that I find intriguing
and enthralling.
Poem, puzzle, enigma.
I may never decipher you
but I will find pleasure
in the endeavouring.
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Artwork by Vladimir Volegov
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I find you
in the curve and the wisp
of the clouds above
juxtaposed against perfect blue and sunshine.
Ever changing.
Ever fascinating.
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I find you
in the winter landscape.
From the fragile snowflakes
dancing upon the air
to the heavy snowfall
that blankets the ground.
When the snow beckons
with its pure smile
and remembrances
of snow and pink skin
haunt me.
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I find you
in the sea.
In the waves that crash against the rocks
time after time
to the tide
that rises and travels
to kiss the shore
enveloping completely
before it recedes.
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I find you
in those early morning hours
when I wake
with your name
upon my lips
and my heart aches with want
and yet
a smile finds my lips
as I think of yours.
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I find you
in the silence of the night
as my garden is consumed by inky darkness
as nature settles into sleep
and I let the cares of the day
disappear.
I look at the moon
remembering when I gifted it to you
imagining it’s ethereal fingers
caressing you
in your sleep
and wishing
that they were mine.
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I find you
everywhere.
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*This is not new, but it is a favourite of mine. I hope the reader enjoys.
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Artwork by Lluis Ribas
Passion lingers in his every word.
At times it is a subtle caress
at others it is a stroke of intent.
But whether bold
or restrained
his pen is always purposeful
as it provokes my desire
and stokes an already raging fire
into an inferno.
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Photograph by Adam A. Dean, borrowed from Not Your Canvas
A pheromone so powerful
distance is no obstacle.
It invades his imagination
and his senses.
He can smell her when she’s not there.
Her taste is a constant in his mouth.
She has become a perfumed tempest,
her light touch
creating chaos in his soul
luring him back
into her arms.
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*Not new but I like the idea of the senses being tantalised with the scent, taste and feel
of someone you’ve never physically met.
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Artwork by Andrew Atroshenko
