Whispered Cravings

I felt…..
your words
caressing
demanding
calling forth
emotions
feelings
that I have never felt
ever
before.
I felt…..
your lips
tasting
sucking
everywhere
upon my thighs
my breasts
my tasty bits
feasted upon.
I felt…..
your tongue
lapping
surrounding
tracing a pattern
around my nipple
erect
screaming for release.
My body arches
bow tight
arrow release
screaming
begging…..
Daddy please
let me go….
moaning breaths
let me go….. 
gasping for air
Daddy please
can I cum for you?
I felt
that connection
that need
fed in you
fed in me
our connection
sparks in the night.
©March 25/20
Picture via Pinterest

Eternal Lust

Smoky whisky lips
tainted
seduction
bliss
eyes meet
blinding stare across the room
heat
searing
everything around
fades to white.
Panther grace
low grumble
rumble
felt through the beat
stalk towards
tension felt
sexual thunder
fall beneath
lost to you
lost within you
from the start.
Grasp my chin
aching
lips yearning
body trembling
pulled in for a kiss
tongue traces
lips sensitive
whimper
wanting
I am yours.
Subtle dance
sweet seduction
words
lost to you
in you
baby always
I am yours.
©March 8/20
Picture via Pinterest

Time Untrue

During the winter’s tempest
snow blowing
winds roaring through our ears
time seems to cease
for all that blankets
is pure white 
as far as the eye can see.
No longer green hills
no longer warm summer breezes
locked within Father Winter’s grasp
there is no where to go.
As children
snow held not the bone chilling 
heart stopping
iciness it possesses now 
as adults
facing a world of danger and uncertainty.
Slowly winter has buried all lands
eradicating sunlight
warmth
reality
appreciation
morals
truth
as we all bend to the Winter King’s wrath.
Do we need to though?
Could we not recapture 
the passion had as children
when horrors penetrated not our minds?
When we had no thought of war
of atrocities
perpetrated in the name of……
God/Allah
of devastation
of peoples displaced 
left to fend
care for themselves in a bloody world
so enraptured with itself
that humanity is being forgotten?
Naive we are not.
Yet there are times 
when looking 
when hearing
when seeing
the demons running this era
that all wish they could return…..
to those blessed days
when one was young
with no cares in this world
beyond being home when mom called
or the streetlights began to appear.
March 7/19
Photo by Joe Mania on Unsplash

Always You (Love Poem)

Standing along the shore line
tiny wavelets licking my toes
mauve
purple
golden
the sunset.
I see you in the distance
walking towards
my heart skips a beat
as I know
I will be in your arms tonight.
promoting me
encouraging me
helping me
to be the best woman
the one you know exists
beneath the bluster
fear
and pain.
Loving
trusting
desiring
lost within your eyes.
You are my first thought
my last thought
every thought in between.
When good things happen
you are the first to hear.
When bad things happen
you are the first to know.
Love walked in
slamming that door open
banging it against the wall
at a time when
I was so sure I was broken.
So many times
so many chances
fate keeps getting in the way.
I run to you
water splashing
caring not as I get soaked to the skin.
You gather me
picking me up
as we do a silent dance.
Within your arms there is hope.
Within your heart there is love.
Within our future
a story to be built.
Always you.
Forever.
Eternal.
A flame burning bright.
Always it will be you.
December 5/18
Picture is one of my own taken Summer 2017

Eternal Hope

Sitting by the rain splattered window

watching you walk away

I should have known better

I should never have said…..

that you make me smile

that you make me warm inside

that I could see a future

one in which we were together

I should have kept my big mouth shut.

I saw the blinders come down

I saw you shutter your heart

face hard with disbelief

you stared at me

shaking your head

this was not what we had discussed.

I cannot help the way that I feel

these emotions crept up on me

I know the truth

my love is unrequited

yet my hope springs eternal.

 

Cuddles

Sensual dance of two

bodies melding into one

entwined

enraptured

caught up in the passion

the flames

of consummation.

Star bursts flicker

electric pulses flaring

sensitivity

to a single caress

becoming lost

in the truth of each other.

Sated

silent

quiet caress

bodies in the dark

holding close

warm love

cuddles in the stars.

Photo by Toa Heftiba on Unsplash

Splendor

He was brutal.

He was rage.

He was ice and fire

passion flaming from his pores.

Loud

proud

handsome

lover of all women

and not a few men.

His work

genius creations

bold in color

sharp in style

made not a few

but many cry.

An aesthete

true

unlike most

who pretend

who are blind

to the beauty in all

in everything.

Photo by Art by Lønfeldt on Unsplash