I love the way you speak, the way your voice melts like sherbet lemon drops and your words weave tapestries along my spine tingling chills, I adore your desire to pause to breathe in me bearing enamelled claws. Image credit.
Tag: lust
Mid-Kiss
"Close your eyes." He said. My eyes replied; open, defiant, My mouth with corners curled: This was prohibited. My lips still parted, Consensually; I allowed him to find me, hold me, whilst the ringing continued: Prohibited. Prohibited. His touch, wise, his tongue experienced, his face, rugged and his mid-kiss groan, satisfying. In mine, … Continue reading Mid-Kiss
Captivity
Eyes trained solely on the woman who seeks to steal my soul leeching the life force I felt when you were inside me beside me. Was captivity commissioned? Or a calculated mission? Image credit.
Sir
Footsteps in a room, shouldn’t look, shouldn’t stare, just can’t help it, the smile you wear. Cuff of your shirt, open collar, hooded dark eyes, look, stare. Forbidden attraction, codes, regulations, still you smile, take up a seat beside me. Footsteps in a room, caught my stare, smile, keep in touch, touch. Image credit.
The Better Man
She had convinced herself there were better men to suit her moth like temperament. More appropriate for her vibrancy and wit. Over several days she had grown weary of the click of his belt buckle, how his teeth tore rabidly at his fingernail skin and his tendency to belittle her visions of the future. Visions … Continue reading The Better Man
Tumble
I left my sheets dishevelled Curtains closed I left your clothes astray Innocence chased away Your essence setting with the sun Where you run. The windows hung open Latch up, unlocked Here I lay, afraid Kept all my love to myself Left all my lust in someone else He offered cheap imitations You gave loving … Continue reading Tumble
Little Things which make you Mine
Those toes, peeping from beneath the wrinkled sheets, my cheek to your chest, pillows in pleats, clattered across the counter, lip-stained glasses, the couch reminiscent, of those 'come to bed' passes, endless days and nights in bed, feeling invincible, the rest of the world, dead, that peachy taste, that one sweet kiss, those dance … Continue reading Little Things which make you Mine
Carol
stained in ink upon his chest, weaving herself into his flesh, your fingertips follow his spine, carol, you say, he'll always be mine. scarred possession across his wrist, upon his veins, unworthy of a kiss, your fluent tongue caresses and bites, carol, you say, disappear with the lights, branded in black blood, eternally scorned, faded … Continue reading Carol
The Beholder
His dream girls were beautifully inked, Images etched within images, Yet he chose Welcome mats, kitty cats and charity tat. His dream girls were abstract and colourful, Twirling in blues, reds and pinks, Yet he chose Straight lace, translucent face and steady pace. His dream girls were confident, Staring straight down the lens, Yet he … Continue reading The Beholder
Momentarily
Sleep comes to soften anguish, Conflict put to rest Momentarily. Peace numbs any thought of You, of Him and of Me Momentarily. We read about moments In time and in our lives. We read about how moments, Although fleeting can console where unhappiness lies. Lied to rest, sleep comes to blur all that is and … Continue reading Momentarily
