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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Sometimes
it is in the hoping that something special
something extraordinary
might happen
might be part of our future
it is this that keeps us moving
through our days
our eyes open
our senses
attuned to change
hoping that we’ll recognize it
when it makes its appearance
and then
if we see it
and know it
do we grasp it
do we make sure
that all of those agonizing days and nights
of wanting something more
something unexplained
something undefined
that we give ourselves up to it
with all of our heart and soul
and become extraordinary
in the giving
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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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She is quiet
even when speaking,
with much going on beneath the surface
it’s the things that she doesn’t say
that you need to take heed of
for the secrets to her are locked up within those silences
and only you can say if you are brave enough
to search for the key
for her truth is not always bright and shiny,
a sparkling wonder and gem for you to pocket
and treasure
your precious,
her truth is raw
and bloody
and beating
with a heart of its own.
but it’s real
oh yes, it’s real
and it will cut you
and burn you
but you will never feel more alive
than when she touches you
and makes you her own
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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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He balances
on the edge of my sensuality,
precariously close and yet
too far
breathing in my essence
letting it saturate
him
allowing my taste
to settle
upon his tongue, savoring me
senses alive with
sight
smell
taste
yet not touching
knowing I’d pull him into the flames
with me
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unravel me
meticulously
fingers plucking edges
confidently
unbind my senses
stealthily
this carefully crafted façade
peeled back
unafraid and curious
the layers beneath, capturing
attention, care taken
as though restoring art
every layer
removed
closer, the hidden
he knows will surpass
what has been
displayed
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