Ruin me

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Ruin me

with thoughts

that seduce my inhibitions

peel the clothes from my body

and have me dancing to the sensuous song

you have sung

the movement within me

answering

untamed

and wanton

.

Ruin me

with words

that adore me

and make love to me

as though they were

your hands

your lips

your tongue

your body

.

Ruin me

slowly

tantalizingly

achingly

in the way that you know I yearn for

.

Ruin me

devastate me

ravage me

…and then begin again

from the beginning

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A kiss away

The task, as she sees it,

is to rename,

to redefine

all she knows of love.

Where once she bled 

profusely

from the blithe cuts given to her heart and soul,

she needs no bandage in this,

her new reality

where she chooses the meaning for words

that have lost their luster,

words that never meant what they should have.

Transformation is a kiss away

and the eyes she needs to see her

are his.

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Sea of whispers

This sea of whispers

drowns me

when I venture too close,

the tide catching me

in its midst. 

A reminder of being touched

by the vigor of your waves.

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Her neck

He adored her neck.

Her skin,

pale and perfect,

had the bloom of a rose

in winter.

Her neck,

with its pale elegance,

he knew,

if it were possible,

would be a place of pilgrimage,

a holy site;

one that he would readily worship at

using all of his senses.

Running his nose along to catch her scent,

it’s heady fragrance making him dizzy

with desire,

lifting her hair and using his mouth

to leave kisses along its length,

feeling her wildly beating pulse

beneath his lips.

His teeth would graze her skin,

igniting nerve endings,

causing a bolt of desire to shoot through her,

and finally, his tongue would taste her,

her unique flavor greeting his mouth

in celebration.

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Dawn

There is an unparalleled beauty

In the jewelled skies of sunset

As stunning as precious stones

In images that fill our senses

with splendor

at day’s end

but, in the dawn, I find the true treasure

in how the sun rises upon the horizon

each day

with hope

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Her song

I was reminded of this piece tonight and beg the readers’ indulgence. It is her secret fantasy…

Siren Whispers

It is her secret fantasy…

In an intimate club she takes the stage.

Dressed in a long sheath which clings to every curve

and caresses her every movement

she is cooly elegant

in a dress that belies the smoulder in her eyes.

Her dark hair falls in glossy waves about her shoulders

and her lips are ruby red.

She sings ballads of star crossed lovers

and of tortured passion.

The audience becomes enraptured with her voice

as every seductive verse is drawn out

every word, whisper, sigh

imbued with emotion.

She loses herself in the lyrics

feeling every word

living them there on the stage.

Singing them to the one who feels them

with her.

Her audience of one.

The only man she has eyes for.

Her song

for him.

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*This is not new. It was written and posted last year but I was reminded of it recently and hope that long time readers will…

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Speaking eloquently

I watch and I breathe, taking you in

A study of line and shadow

Piercing darkness with light

To find hidden

The most vulnerable parts

That speak eloquently to my own

And which I choose to hold gently, delicately

Within my hands

My breath soft, quiet

This aching stillness

Just the beginning

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*Written yesterday (6/9/18) as I enjoyed the solitude of a flight alone, my mind feverish with words.

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Midnight and moonlight

My thoughts pace restlessly,

seeking answers

in the shadows,

midnight and moonlight 

curled around me.

The questions of my mind

rush forth

with the tick tock

of evenings’ clock

as I seek the knowledge that dawn

will deny.

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Man of the sea

He is my man of the sea.

My Poseidon.

Reigning over me

trident in hand

steely eyed gaze

and proud stance.

He keeps me his captive

without words.

My soul responding to the fury

within him

a storm brewing

of tidal proportions.

He is confident and sure

aware of his dominion

of his seductive lure.

His trident making the earth shake with its power.

But it takes only a word from him

to set me to trembling

every part of me aching

to lose myself in this fathoms deep yearning.

His goddess of the sea.

The object of his deepest desires.

The woman he’s waited a lifetime for

to finally unleash the power beneath the waves

knowing I will match him

swell for swell.

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*This is not a new post but someone reminded me of it and it is one of my favorites so I thought I’d give it another bash.

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Lawless

There is a feeling of lawlessness within her.

Tinder awaiting the strike of the match.

A riot of anticipation that begins with him.

Each day cuts her with sharp shivers along every inch of skin.

She is alert and aroused

every blink of her eyes refreshes the picture of him

every breath brings the taste

the scent of him

to her

ravaging her senses.

Images of them become a continuous loop of erotic film 

within her mind

as she replays

incessantly

hundreds of scenarios

each one causing her

to close her eyes

to still her breath

to control the rebelliousness of her body

as it becomes traitor to modesty

as the wanton within

begins to dance.

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