Like air, I’ll rise
you cannot see me
yet I’m felt
like the wind that whispers your name
or touches you
unexpectedly
a cool caress upon your cheek
.
Like air, I’ll rise
and greet your lips
in a kiss
and like a snowflake
melt
from your heat
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Photograph taken by SirenSong1208
I stopped counting
the heartbeats
that raced on ahead of me
whenever
I’d see your name
we’d talk
or touch.
I thought that over time
I’d become inured
to your effect
yet here we are
and every time is like
the first time
the crackle of electricity
between us
growling louder
heat rising as
along with my reason
I’ve abandoned breaths
when you are near.
:
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Photograph taken from Pinterest, unsourced.
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 haunting her dreams?
.
He reads her
and wonders
and wants it to be so
:
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He dreams of pure white flakes
in the dark storm of her hair
of laughing eyes
and cheeks pink from the cold
.
He dreams of peeling off her clothes
laying her down in the snow
watching her shiver
before running his finger
down the length of her
her eyes locked upon his
body arching to his fingers
before covering her shivering body
with his heat
with his hands
with his mouth.
.
He dreams of her,
his winter goddess
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*Not a new piece but I like it and beg the reader’s indulgence.
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All rights reserved.
Photograph by Esmahan Ozkan
He dreams of pure white flakes
in the dark storm of her hair.
Of laughing eyes
and cheeks pink from the cold.
.
He dreams of peeling off her clothes
and of laying her down
in the snow.
Of watching her shiver
before running his finger down the length of her
her eyes locked upon his
her body arching to his fingers
before covering her shivering body
with his heat
with his hands
with his mouth.
.
He dreams of her
his winter goddess.
:
©SirenSong1208 ~ 2016
Photograph by Esmahan Ozkan
It began like Spring,
this stirring within.
Tentative touches forward,
Winter’s chill began to diminish.
She felt the heat of the sun
upon her skin,
once again
kissing her awake.
:
©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017
Photograph taken from Tumblr
It starts small.
A word
a touch
every instant sweet and pleasurable
that over time turns blistering.
A heat you can’t shake.
A hunger that claims you.
Increasing
moment by moment
until you find them
and this incessant wanting
invading every sense
leaving you seeking
your next hit.
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©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from Pinterest, original provenance unknown.
