He finds she lingers
like woodsmoke on a winter’s night
a scent at once pleasing
pungent, with memories he pulls close
remembrance sinking its claws in
deep, hunger for another taste
taking hold
he awaits the rush of blood to his head
a feral assault on his senses
that will leave him aching
inhabited
by the traces she leaves behind
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I created this blog as a way to express myself using my poetry and photography. It is a reflection of who I am and of the things that interest me. I have many muses…perhaps the greatest one being my love of the sea, how I gravitate to anything relating to water, how I feel a pull toward it deep in my bones. At times I will be revisiting content that I have shared on Twitter which has, until now, been the forum I have expressed myself in. That said, the content will change over time as the blog grows and develops. It is my hope that the reader will enjoy the journey.
January 23, 2019 at 1:04 am
XX ❤ Sweet dreams ❤ XX
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January 26, 2019 at 7:40 pm
Smiles.
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January 24, 2019 at 3:54 am
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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January 26, 2019 at 7:40 pm
Thank you. Smiles.
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January 24, 2019 at 4:06 pm
Christine–damn this is fabulous! Sexy as all get out.
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January 26, 2019 at 7:40 pm
haha…so pleased you thought so. I was inspired.
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January 29, 2019 at 8:53 pm
damn…you leave me aching…
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January 29, 2019 at 11:00 pm
Smiles. That’s quite the compliment, thank you.
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