Darken my dreams
With thoughts that belie my innocence
Which leave me twisted
And tangled
Amid dawn’s heated sheets
Shipwrecked upon the rocks
Of desire
Shuddering with unspeakable pleasure
As I relive each dark and dangerous delight
My imagination and your touch
Has created
Within the night’s dance
With the moon
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Photograph taken from the internet, original provenance unknown.
With
your fingers
your lips
your tongue
fulfil the promise
in your words.
Assuage the ache
crafted hour upon hour
that permeates me
from skin to soul.
That makes me
wet
with your wild.
:
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Photograph taken from the internet. Original provenance unknown.
She is a dreamer.
There have been times that she’s been accused of having her head in the clouds
of not focusing on the here and now
of getting lost in the future…
in what could be
in what she could do
in what she could be.
And there is always someone wanting to pull her back down
to terra firma
to try to get her to be more practical
more logical.
Always someone telling her that she’s an adult
that dreams are for children
that as an adult she must be more responsible
and focused on reality.
But while she is perfectly capable of being those things
she finds that her soul takes flight
that her wings spread
that she feels the most joyful
and free
when she can run after those dreams
full tilt
with everything that she has
to try and make them a reality.
The dreams that we have and how we approach them
often give a tantalizing glimpse of who we are
and what really matters to us
and
after all
dreams are not just for children.
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*This is not new but remains relevant so here it is again…
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Double exposure print taken from Pinterest
This delicious connection
a delightful dance
of matched words and desires.
This slow dance
of wanton thoughts
tangoing through our minds
has us pressing our bodies close
our breath mingling
our desires
aligned.
Our words
a banquet.
A veritable feast for our senses
always dousing us in arousal
but never slaking our thirst.
Always keeping us
on the edge
of hunger.
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Artwork by Pedro Alvarez
My body awaits your plunder.
Every treasure
meant for only your eyes.
Meant only
for you.
The feel of your tongue
the taste
the flick
the lick
soft and slow
devouring me
but never sating your hunger.
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©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from Pinterest, original provenance unknown.
I will be your Joan of Arc
in visions of holy devotion
and divine worship.
As you lay siege
to my mind
my body
and to my soul
I will bring truth to your words.
I will illuminate the darkness
as I burn for you.
I will make you a believer.
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*Written last year after finding the picture seen above. Sometimes pieces almost write themselves.
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Photograph taken from Pinterest
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She is all curves and soft skin.
A dark tempest of hair
and eyes the color of a stormy sea.
She is red lace
against pale skin,
chaste yet wanton.
The juxtaposition
of innocence and sin.
Good girl and bad girl.
A contrast that
bewitches him
beguiles him
and entices him
to unravel the enigma
that is her.
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*Not a new post but something reminded me of it so here it is again.
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Photograph taken by sirensong1208
