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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In the stillness of this room
we find each other.
Hands
and arms
and mouths
and breaths.
Desiring
to be closer than close.
Pressed to me
you look into my eyes
your fingers caressing my cheek
your breath
soft
upon my skin
your heat
mingling with my own
as our pulses race
with anticipation.
I feel your need
as keenly as my own.
Time seems suspended.
The rain outside,
hitting the pavement in uneven strikes,
the crackle of thunder overhead
our whispers
and the murmur of the sheets
barely heard
above the pounding
of our hearts.
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Every curve
every line
every inch of skin
he called his.
A love letter
to his senses.
An enticement
to be consumed
by her beauty.
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Artwork by Eric Wallis
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He will map her
Every square inch of skin.
She is virgin territory to him
Though not completely unknown.
Never before has he travelled
Her hills and valleys.
He has only taken that route in his mind
In his imagination
Consulting maps and text to gain better understanding
Of her terrain.
To devise a path
A guide to follow.
But like a cartographer
In love with his craft,
Before he logs one physical mile
He will spend hours
Thinking and planning
Finding the exact route
To her pleasure
And his.
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*This is not new but I have a special fondness for this piece as I adore the idea of being studied so thoroughly and exquisitely.
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I arch my back.
Yearning
for the feel of his words
as they lick and burn
my skin
like flames.
Marking me
with his touch.
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Torse d’Adèle by Auguste Rodin
She is
Beautifully secure
Bound up in his adoration
The twists and knots
Poetry
Against her skin
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This is another repost from a year ago. There is no justification to do so other than I adore the picture and its beauty and sensuality…
The sensuality of her
Clad only in a gauzy material.
Seeing, yet not seeing
She ignited his senses.
She was a gift to be unwrapped
And he so loved the pleasure
Of undressing her
Slowly.
Devouring every inch of skin
As it is exposed.
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He was thinking of her.
Wishing keenly that she was there
And just as suddenly
She was.
It was as though he had wished upon
A magic genie’s bottle
And been granted his fondest wish.
His eyes appraised her
From the top of her dark head
To the feet encased in heels
And all of the skin in between.
Because that is what greeted his eyes…
Sky-high heels
Glorious skin
And the mask
The one she had found in Venice .
It was with that mask
The only adornment to her nakedness
That she made love to him.
The seductress within her
Made him her slave.
Astride him
She was in control of the pace
But he was in control of her.
A hand upon her breasts
And another on her hip
Urging her on
Until they were both hopelessly lost
In the passion of their movement
Together.
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He studies her
Every single inch.
Cataloguing
And memorizing
Her skin.
Imagining its softness
Its scent
Its taste.
Her curves
That he dreams of following
With his hands and mouth
Her hair
A dark storm of waves and curls
Long enough to wind around his hand
And pull her close.
Her smile
That seems to sparkle
Just for him
Lighting up the room
And bringing warmth to his day
And her eyes
The blue-grey
Of a stormy sea.
A sea he is eager to get lost in
He studies her
His dark haired angel
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Touch me as you would
A night velvet rose
Luxuriating in the satiny texture
Of my skin
The heady, unique scent
The way it would tremble
Under your lips
My blossoming petals
Unfurling to your voice
To your command
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