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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I dream of your hands
tangled like need
in my hair
as I breathe you in.
.
I dream of your hands
finding every curve and line
touching them
molding them to your palms
like a sculptor.
.
I dream of your hands
covering every inch of my skin
a blistering caress
that ignites my own fire.
.
I dream of your hands
making my body sing
with a touch, a grasp
that tells me I am yours
my song for your ears only.
.
I dream of your hands
and my own hands
become your proxy.
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I cannot cage these thoughts
or 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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All rights reserved.
Photograph taken from Pinterest, unsourced.
What is the cost of feelings such as these…
immolating myself in a fire
started by another,
allowing myself to feel the heat
and crackle
of every flame
as I place myself upon this pyre.
A modern day Joan of Arc
with a purity in burning,
for to sequester myself
would be to deny what
and who
I am.
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Artwork by Brian Oldham
Breathe out the fire of this desire
and allow the flames
to crackle.
Burning up the hours
between yesterday
and today,
my kiss found
hidden
within the smoke signals
drifting
upon the horizon.
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Photograph taken by SirenSong1208
Wanting what you don’t have.
Is life meant to be a series of dreams that never become reality, possibility that never reaches fruition?
There is an impatience that builds once you get a taste of what sets your soul, your senses, on fire. You want it all. Yesterday. You look again and you see the obstacles and a path that lays ahead, and it seems endless. How hard it is to keep believing that you might one day set foot on that path. That one day the emptiness that has echoed inside of you will be quieted. You feel so far away from what you need, yet you try every day to persist, to put one foot in front of the other.
Wanting what you don’t have.
Is this so wrong? You’re told to be happy with what you do have, but what if what you do have doesn’t fill you up? What if you know that there is more to life than simply existing? What if you want that so desperately…your eyes finally opened…as you recognize the shallow breaths you’ve been taking, and all you want is to breathe deeply and become more and have more than ever before…
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He reads her
and wonders…
is it his name written between the lines
Could he be the one,
her eloquent distraction
the frisson along her spine
The fire within her tangled sheets
the heat between her thighs.
Could he be the one,
the smile that appears when no one is looking,
a secret she keeps close to her
Is it his face that haunts her dreams?
He reads her
and wonders…
and wants it to be so…
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Photograph taken from Pinterest, unsourced.
It is a fire that rages
with violence
Burning with a vivid emotion
undeclared
unnamed
unembraced
that engulfs us
We become the Phoenix
rising from within
A breath of ashes
becoming the oxygen
we need to survive
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©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017
Artwork by eiladh at Deviant Art; “Shade”
Mercy was found
in the way his hands slid
over her curves
lighting up her skin’s heat
after his words had started a fire
in her mind.
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Photograph taken from PerfectlyPersuasive
Passion lingers in his every word.
At times it is a subtle caress
at others it is a stroke of intent.
But whether bold
or restrained
his pen is always purposeful
as it provokes my desire
and stokes an already raging fire
into an inferno.
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©SirenSong1208
Photograph by Adam A. Dean, borrowed from Not Your Canvas
