Like air, I’ll rise
you cannot see me
yet I’m felt
like the wind that whispers your name
or touches you
unexpectedly
a cool caress upon your cheek
.
Like air, I’ll rise
and greet your lips
in a kiss
and like a snowflake
melt
from your heat
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Midnight blue ink
an extension of her soul
dripping secrets
from her fingers
her pen spoke louder
than her voice
with a whisper he moved
closer
to hear, her sweet accent
echoing
within the chambers of his heart
with words
that gave voice
to unspoken desires
intimacy
in simple things
he found the key
to unlock
what had been imprisoned
within his soul
:
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I was the sweetest,
the most innocent bad girl
he ever created.
Especially on Sunday.
.
Sinful Sunday.
Soft white skin
and pure white ribbon.
A sensuous tether
to wicked thoughts
and desires
pulled tight by him.
Making me wet and wild.
.
A Sunday prayer.
A single wish
whispered from my lips
that was
purity and sin
interwoven.
.
I am
A body trembling with sinful wants
and a soul aching with innocent need.
.
I sit upon the church pew
modest in dress and demeanour
distracted
by the secrets and sins
that dance within every line
of the poetry I am composing
in my head.
.
You are deeper than skin
greater than sin
absolution is mine
as you touch all the parts of me
that ache for you.
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And so it is that even when we are fully grown, well into adulthood, our hearts are still growing and learning.
Learning lessons we never thought we would need to learn, but finding a breath of life in that education, and feeling a youth in that rebirth.
We wonder if we may finally get it right, if we may know, at last, that path we need to traverse. We look for kindred souls, knowing that similarities are what bind us and make us strong, even in tumultuous times. We seek those we can walk side by side with, not to be led by, but to journey with.
There is a peace that comes with this knowledge along with a racing of the pulse, as though we are at the starting line, waiting for the gun to go off, and the race to begin.
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It defies explanation or definition
yet persists
days when it is there, quietly
sitting in the corner
waiting to speak,
other times
words filling me
with a rush –
images vivid in tone and texture
what is it that calls my pen to action
my being to yearning –
it is a restless, palpable electricity
all shivering limbs
and hushed desires
a longing that speaks without words
we watch each other
as if we are taking
a long drink of ice-cold water
on a scorching day
it’s how it feels
when you are about to taste something
for the first time
that wondrous expectancy
a feeling so delicious
you can’t wait for it to start
yet want to draw it out
every moment imbued
with import
and every confidence
that your world
is about to be
rocked
:
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I stopped counting
the heartbeats
that raced on ahead of me
whenever
I’d see your name
we’d talk
or touch.
I thought that over time
I’d become inured
to your effect
yet here we are
and every time is like
the first time
the crackle of electricity
between us
growling louder
heat rising as
along with my reason
I’ve abandoned breaths
when you are near.
:
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He reads her and wonders: Is it his name written between the lines?
.
Could he be the one,
her eloquent distraction
the frisson along her spine
the fire within her
tangled sheets
the heat
between her thighs
.
Could he be the one,
the smile that appears
when no one is looking
a secret she keeps
close to her
.
Is it his face haunting her dreams?
.
He reads her
and wonders
and wants it to be so
:
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Cover me with your sin
Fingers threaded through with mine
Held aloft
Pressed upon soft white sheets
Stark against flesh flushed pink
With arousal
With exertion
.
Cover me with your sin
As you crowd me with your intentions
To spoil
To sate
To initiate
Claiming every dark instinct as your own
As you pin me to the page
Writing your darkest prose
Seeing my response
Under your fingertips
A whorl of darkly inked curves and lines
Entwining with your own
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Coffee and REM
the buzz of voices
your eyes meet mine in
silent conversation
the smile that hovers on your lips
engaging in conspiracy
your fingers find my stockinged thigh
my blush and pulse
climb
as your hand does
unspoken wishes, flash
fire in eyes
leaning in
a whispered phrase
my breath catches
hooked deep
wrecked
aching
for the taste of coffee
and your lips
:
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