A sweet October wind touches me
as sunlight trails a lovers
kiss across my skin;
the trees dance their last dance
before winter.
Leaves for the leaving.
A bittersweet farewell in umber,
the fall of red and gold
imbued with the longing
of a parting kiss.
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She was a discovery waiting to happen.
The moment he saw her he knew –
evocative of the unexpected scene you come upon
as you wander an unknown path;
eyes widening just a bit,
smile flirting at the edges of your mouth,
something to enrich your senses
and take your breath –
and oh how he wanted to get lost,
lost in the way she falls.
and in the way he catches her.
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My pulse races and stutters,
a staccato sound of gunfire,
as you draw near.
Senses enlivened by proximity,
electricity crackling,
the air
ripe
with danger
and desire
as you take what you need,
relentlessly. My defenses plundered
with the skill of a tactician.
This want
you’ve created,
a violent firestorm
that burns it all down.
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I cannot cage these thoughts
nor douse these desires.
Every encounter pushes me further over the edge:
to fall
to fly
into this fire
with you.
Cool sheets and exhausted sleep
coalesce into an awakening;
flames licking every inch of my bare frame,
sheets tangled around curves,
as my hands smooth over warm skin
and my fingers find every ache
with your name.
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Wrists touched
with tender fingers
upon sensitive skin, a provocation
an awakening
of feral need.
.
Wrist held
within a manacle
of your will,
pinned
and possessed
for pleasure
.
Wrists kissed,
a rapid pulse
beating
beneath your lips,
my scent
an invading army
upon your senses;
an invocation of your need.
.
Wrists,
pale and vulnerable,
soft skin
reddened by your attentions;
the burn left
showing desire’s path
and my destruction.
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A year has passed
since that August morn,
yet it feels like yesterday.
A day beginning like every other day,
only it wasn’t.
I woke, alone,
at peace with the silence and soft
entrance to the day.
I lay there, thinking,
contemplating the end;
twenty-three years of a life
accompanied but not shared.
A half-life,
existing,
stasis all I knew.
A single day bringing all that to an end.
Changes would mount, swiftly,
a hurricane gathering shape
and strength
offshore.
I girded myself for the storm,
open arms and an upturned face
waiting
for the rains to come.
A stinging kiss to remind me
I am alive.
Transformation found in droplet
and deluge
alike.
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