A slow build

Anticipation.

There is something to be said

for waiting

for savouring the moments that lead to that

singular moment.

It is the heightened response

you cannot help but be infused with.

Touched

again and again

eliciting a craving

for more and more.

A feeling of almost being out of control

a spiralling upward

that creates a delicious tension

upon your skin

as though you are a violin string

strung tight.

Thrummed

hard

and left vibrating.

Your note

singing out

desperately yearning

for the notes

that follow…

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Sentimental stirrings

Waylaid by sentimental stirrings

as unintentional memories

are found folded in my pocket.

The faint scent of those yesterdays

clinging to the paper,

the creases telling a tale of yearning

and regard,

when words were the currency

of our affections

and the way we held each other close

through the night.

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Cool quiet

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The cool quiet of the night

fills with the fervour of

decadent dreams.

Desire saturates the mind

with breathless imaginings

as skin dances

with the heat of arousal.

This is the time that I wait for.

The time that I can unbutton my mind

and let my fingers follow

imagining that they are yours.

Yearning for the day

that they might be.

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Impure breath

There are nights that I ache

for that which I can only imagine.

My yearning increasing

with every rise and fall

of the sun.

A longing to learn the mortal language 

your hands would teach my body.

My impure breath

tasting of your name

in desperate pleas.

My profane thoughts

becoming a silent invocation

to your darkest

desires.

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A single word

A single word

from him

left her flustered

with a blush

that spread across her cheeks

and down her slender throat

painting her

with a yearning

that she did not understand

with a longing

that she did not expect

and with a dark desire

that spoke to her

without words.

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Devour

Lick me

with your desire.

Devour me

with your yearning.

Swallow me

with your lust.

And then,

never stop…

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I never knew

I never knew the face of yearning

until I looked into the mirror

after finding you.

:

I never knew the sound of destiny

until I heard your voice

calling me to your side

to your feet.

:

I never knew the burning touch of desire

until your words marked me

from skin to soul.

:

I never knew acceptance and adoration

until your gentle touch

revealed who I was

deep inside.

:

I never knew

…until you.

 

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Artwork by Cayetano de Arquer Buigas