Innerchild

I used to keep her quiet,

shushing the giggle that would erupt easily.

Making her pay attention to serious things,

but always visiting her

whenever my soul needed recharging.

The path back to the purest part of me

was always there,

I just needed to take it,

and now it is the path I choose to travel.

She, the ideal companion on this road trip,

finding inspiration wherever she looks,

seeking the positive to gilt those melancholy clouds,

doing whatever her heart desires,

because life is short

and she doesn’t want to stop tasting

at one flavor.

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Feline

Catnip to his senses,

she slinks amid his thoughts

with feline grace.

Rubbing against his needs

with audacity.

Marking him as her own

with a nip

and a purr.

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A low growl

It was unexpected

and anonymous,

but anything but quiet,

as it arrived with a low growl

that reverberated against my ribs…

like a prisoner banging a cup against bars

or a storm descending with ferocity.

My mind raced with fervent thoughts,

my pulse sprinting toward some unknown finish line,

until I was breathless with the endeavour,

my skin flushed with an awareness

as the seams of my composure

unravelled

one stitch

at a time.

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Dusk speaks

Dusk speaks to me in silent whispers,

capturing my attention

like a finger dragged along the spine.

My senses sharpen

as the quiet takes precedence

over the lush sounds of day.

Unbound and free

my mind becomes loud,

though I say not a word.

My fingers run over the page

bringing forth

what lurked beneath the placid surface,

with nary a ripple to be seen

until twilight embraced me

and made me her own.

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Memories in the ashes

I will not sift through the memories in the ashes,

in hopes of finding a remnant 

of what once was.

An image of unadulterated joy.

A steppingstone to more.

For the bridge crossed no divide,

it was a path to nowhere,

so I lit the match

and watched it burn.

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Linger

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it is symbiotic

this need

giving and taking

letting desires unfurl naturally

without agenda or design

words left to linger in thoughts

accelerant to dreams

where lust is rough

and thorough

as he bends me over his desk

my dress bunched up around my waist

his hand upon the small of my back

I feel the press of the wood against my belly

and the press of him against my thighs

my body is on fire

every nerve ending alive and firing

there is tenderness

but in moments such as these

when need is raw and powerful

he shows me just how he craves me

what he can give me

and with it

how my body aches

for all that he is

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Spoondrift

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