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Every scrap of lace
every length of ribbon
every button
every bow
I imagine your fingers
slowly
meticulously
tantalisingly
deliciously
undoing each of them
and in doing so
…undoing me.
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Violin plays to my soul’s voice.
.
Your lips find my skin with every note
played, sometimes tenderly
slowly elucidating
notes and feelings drawing
sweetness to the surface
sometimes with an intensity
breathtaking with passion
brooking no resistance
lips to skin
bow to strings
you
maestro of my body and soul
the song spills from my lips
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I dream of your hands
tangled like need
in my hair
as I breathe you in.
.
I dream of your hands
finding every curve and line
touching them
molding them to your palms
like a sculptor.
.
I dream of your hands
covering every inch of my skin
a blistering caress
that ignites my own fire.
.
I dream of your hands
making my body sing
with a touch, a grasp
that tells me I am yours
my song for your ears only.
.
I dream of your hands
and my own hands
become your proxy.
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Days bleed into nights
longing forbidden,
repressed
hours underscored
the persistent hum of sweet desire
yearning that screams for the bite of fingers
maddened with passion
palms molded to hips
intent driven home
the hunger to feel his breath upon my ear, my neck
how it unravels me
completely
this ache burns with a thousand fires
a heat that the press of his skin
would not squelch
but would light anew
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Taste the hunger in the night
black as coal
unforgiving in its depth
this wicked intent reigns supreme
hands grip
fingers rake
the length of me
nails leave pretty pink
tracks laced with red
draw blood, love
taste my lust
coppery want that begs for more
lips only
silenced with yours
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Sunday confession
your hands slide up my thighs
silken webs woven
with desire
fingers finding
lace and soft
skin to stroke
breath and sighs, ascending
a fevered crescendo
straddled
upon your lap
questing
curious, heat
lips and breath
tangled cries
finding religion, deep
within these stolen moments
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I run along the bluffs
laughing, looking back at you.
The wind rushes through my hair
and tugs at my clothes.
Your look is determined
as you close the distance.
The sea rolls and crashes just beyond my steps.
I am intoxicated by the scent
the power I sense
making me wild
making me bold.
The adrenaline is pumping through my veins
my nearness to you
pushing me into overdrive.
You catch me
we tumble to the ground
your mouth finding mine.
I close my eyes
losing myself
in how you feel
in how you taste.
I arch my body to yours
desperate to get closer
as you press your body to mine.
I feel you
hard
wanting me.
The kiss gathers heat
breaths and tongues mingled, tangled
a delicious union.
You start to peel my clothes from my body
slowly
oh so slowly
as your mouth marks mine
as favoured territory.
My mind is saturated with you
and this mindless need
echoed in the way you fit your body to mine.
Our clothes litter the ground
and my skin meets yours in a sensuous dance
you slip into me
the moment sublime
as the setting sun
slides into the sea.
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