You never forget the first touch
nothing you had known before
could compare,
a connection felt
beyond skin
down to your bones
a fire
an intensity
continuing to build
every moment
leaving you breathless,
on fire
until you became
a wildfire
and he,
the arsonist
setting your edges ablaze
standing back, watching
you burn
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Desire
Floods the landscape of my thoughts
My soul
Overrun
By promise and possibility
With a current so strong
In connection
It creates a tumult
Within me
Diminishing my resolve
My walls
Crumbling
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A connection
Held together by strings
Caught on the splinters
Of the door he shut
Frayed and failing
The slow unraveling
Of a touch
Bloodless
But no less painful
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You would be that book that I would savor.
The cover only hinting at the contents.
My curiosity aroused
by the suggestion of what lay inside.
My attention would be held from those first moments.
A word
a description
would catch my eye
and get me thinking that this was no ordinary book.
Neither formulaic nor predictable,
but rather something unique
and rare.
Something I had searched for,
certain I would know it if I found it.
Modestly bound,
this book would be full of depth.
unmet fire, and promise.
Feeling the connection deep within,
I would pore over each page
keenly,
my fingers sliding along text and image
the heat rising along each curve
my pulse beginning to race
as my imagination began to flare.
The story touching me,
arousing me,
inducing me to read well into the night.
Ravenous for every word.
Enthralled with my discovery.
But though I would be impatient to reach the end
I would restrain myself from glancing at the last page.
Knowing that the journey through those pages,
reading every line
knowing every chapter
would be worth it.
To know the story,
to know the man
in his entirety.
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©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017
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A quiet whisper
Given gravitous
As a scintilla of connection
Was accorded voice
Days became threaded
With intensity
The warp and weft of each
Given strength
Through honesty and depth
As knowledge and feeling
Became the foundation
For something real
And magical
In the lit darkness
We’ve created
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This delicious connection
a delightful dance
of matched words and desires.
This slow dance
of wanton thoughts
tangoing through our minds
has us pressing our bodies close
our breath mingling
our desires
aligned.
Our words
a banquet.
A veritable feast for our senses
always dousing us in arousal
but never slaking our thirst.
Always keeping us
on the edge
of hunger.
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Artwork by Pedro Alvarez
You never forget
the first touch.
How nothing you had ever known before
could compare.
How you felt the connection
right down to your bones.
How the fire
the intensity
continued to build
with every moment
leaving you breathless
and on fire.
You were a wildfire
and he was the arsonist
setting your edges ablaze
standing back
and watching you burn.
:
*Not new, but words continue to be matches and fires continue to spread.
©SirenSong1208
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