Morning glimpsed
behind a curtain
shaft of light
dancing
upon a headboard
dust motes
alighting
stillness disturbed
fingers slowly
moving
over warm skin
mine for yours
awakening
to thoughts, desire
curling around me
within, a band
tightening
every revolution
intensifying
every stroke
a lover’s wish
shattering restraint in
a rush of sound
a bitten lip
the lingering mark
of your possession
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What prayers are given
within this holy silence –
how does the wish to be anointed
with the saving grace of touch
manifest itself,
what way do you desire
finding a home in a heart’s
present
as well as its future,
what creed do you memorize –
a name spoken
hushed tones
reverence
a vulnerability you wear
privately
who do you call forth as
light bringer
to your darkness
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Christmas Eve mass.
A time for reflection.
But for her
she was thinking of anything
but the birth of the baby Jesus.
She felt naughty
and alive
for she had been given instruction.
Her eyes danced with mischief.
Her secret
and his.
She knew he must have smiled
as he typed the words
wondering at her reaction
feeling a delicious tug
at the thought of her
doing as he had directed.
Up went her skirt
past the lace top thigh highs
dark against her pale thighs.
She tugged her black lace knickers down.
Off they came and down went the skirt
smoothed along her thighs.
Enjoying the feel of her naked skin and sex
against the skirt.
It was a first for her
and she found it a most delicious practice.
Every time she crossed her legs
every time she moved
she was aware of her bareness.
She thought of him each time
knew he would be pleased
and this aroused her
as pleasing him always did.
Going to church
would never be the same…
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*This is not a new post but has become somewhat of a tradition to post each year at this time. I beg your indulgence for another go ’round.
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He takes my measure
Every time he meddles
With my boundaries
The seas within my soul
A dark and deep place
That not all wish to explore
With twisting currents
That are forbidding to all
But the most heartened
He who rides the waves
And plumbs those depths
With courage
Is he who I seek
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deep persuasion
words drunk like wine
intoxicating my soul
hastening my fall
as I imbibe
every
breathless
word
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Vintage girl
found within sepia stained pages.
Bound to a life
she was never meant to live.
Dutiful exploits
catalogued inside,
pages
curled over time,
color
seeping from the edges.
she pushes at boundaries.
Her mind,
her soul,
ready to be more than one shade
of alive.
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I sat upon the sand
watching as he played amid the waves,
catching each swell as I’d taught him.
With every rise and fall,
and every smile and laugh,
I could see the past years
and the pain and stress he endured
melt away
and for those few carefree moments
he was a kid again,
one who had no worries in front of him
except for whether he might swallow too much
of the sea…
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