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
Photograph taken from Tumblr; original provenance unknown
A quiet whisper
Given gravitas
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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Photograph taken from Pinterest
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.
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*Not new, but words continue to be matches and fires continue to spread.
©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from Tumblr
It is a mindful obsession
that has us reaching
for each other
day and night
with a need
for that jolt of connection
that blissful high
of burning hot desire.
That fuels our addiction.
That soothes our souls.
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Photograph taken from White Noten
Beginnings
They happen in the blink of an eye
The unimportant becomes significant
An image
A response
Grants a second look
There is the heady excitement of first words
Resulting in a lightning attraction
Enticement to say more
To do more
A connection is made
By such slender threads
Silky and sensuous bindings
From him to her
Gentle and yielding
When needed
Yet tighter than rope
And stronger than they ever knew
Each moment shared
A split second memory
Indelible upon the soul
How curious
That something so extraordinary
Is impelled
In the blink of an eye…
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*This is not new. I first posted this a year ago, but some beginnings will never be forgotten.
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Photograph taken from White Noten
This connection,
a constant flood of awareness
becoming a pulsating need.
It’s beat felt across
land and sea.
I stand on the shore
rapt with attention
focused on your voice,
your words.
Suffused with the fragrance of your dark seduction
leaving me to gently sway.
This delicious desire
creating a melody within
my body cannot help
but respond to
with movement...
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Source of photograph: BorboletaRodrigues
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