It defies explanation or definition
yet persists —
days when it is there, quietly
sitting in the corner
waiting to speak,
other times
words filling me
with a rush –
images vivid in tone and texture.
What is it that calls my pen to action
my being to yearning …
Published on Medium: P.S. I Love You for Poetry Sunday
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Ruin me
with thoughts
that seduce my inhibitions
peel the clothes from my body
and have me dancing to the sensuous song
you have sung
the movement within me
answering
untamed
and wanton
.
Ruin me
with words
that adore me
and make love to me
as though they were
your hands
your lips
your tongue
your body
.
Ruin me
slowly
tantalizingly
achingly
in the way that you know I yearn for
.
Ruin me
devastate me
ravage me
…and then begin again
from the beginning
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He is my man of the sea.
My Poseidon.
Reigning over me
trident in hand
steely eyed gaze
and proud stance.
He keeps me his captive
without words.
My soul responding to the fury
within him
a storm brewing
of tidal proportions.
He is confident and sure
aware of his dominion
of his seductive lure.
His trident making the earth shake with its power.
But it takes only a word from him
to set me to trembling
every part of me aching
to lose myself in this fathoms deep yearning.
His goddess of the sea.
The object of his deepest desires.
The woman he’s waited a lifetime for
to finally unleash the power beneath the waves
knowing I will match him
swell for swell.
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*This is not a new post but someone reminded me of it and it is one of my favorites so I thought I’d give it another bash.
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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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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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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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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
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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Photograph taken from Le Mie Emozioni
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 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.
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I never knew
…until you.
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Artwork by Cayetano de Arquer Buigas
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