He Comes

Queen of ice
wrought
from violence
pain
victim once
not again.
Strength imbued
haughty
knowing her worth
she shall never crawl
for man
or woman.
She rises above
watching the parade of people
passing through her life
with jaundiced eye
trust never given
hope withheld
a sorry sight.
As sun peeps over the mountain top
come morning time
down the road he walks
drawn by tales of a beautiful witch
unable to be taken in
unable to allow her heart free
bewitched was he.
Was he the one?
To be her hero?
To take her anguish away?
He did not know
realized
all he could do was try
and hope.
Jack of Hearts
he roared into court
prepared for war.
Peacocks abound
all striving for attention
her eyes drawn to his.
Heat shot through
knees buckled in
here finally…..
was the one.
Dec. 17/19
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Blending Bodies

Blushing
soft pink
suffucing my body
coral glow
demure eyes
looking away
afraid
you feel not the same.
Gentle finger beneath the chin
guide my eyes to yours.
Push back
the curtain of my hair
a shiver between the thighs.
Breath
short
sharp
grip my chin
pull me in
flick of your tongue on my lips.
Groaning
your hand cups the back of my head
fingers spread through my hair
light grip
pull me back
teeth upon my throat.
Sparkles
tingling
spread through my body
light bubbles
stroking nerves
fingers dig into your shoulders.
Knees weaken
whimpers
deep in my throat
eyes languid with lust
take me
catch me
weakened legs give out.
Gathered in your arms.
Heart racing
staring into your eyes
I prepare
liquid wet
to welcome you
to wrap around you
bringing you to shuddering pleasure
our cries…..
intermingled.
©Dec. 16/19
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