Poems

How it should be

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I want pull you up, heedless who watches
standing so close to you
my hot breathe against the pulse of heartsblood
small kisses trailing across the soft curve of neck
hands holding you close to me
body heat nearly unbearable
the scent of desire spilling from us
look deep into your eyes grown large with surprise
growl
you are mine. mine.
take your kiss as my rightful plunder
your tongue against mine
fast and rough
gliding and pressing
the floodgates of passion denied
press you down
sitting
removing your clothes
hands exploring every inch of you
soft kisses and bites on every exposed bit of you
Mine. mine.
holding your eyes
looking up
exposing your secret
your scent
tightening me
throbbing ache filled with tumultuous need to taste the storm of you
my lips against your pussy
mine, mine
taste of you dripping in my tongue
fingers stroking inside of you
kisses trailing up to your shuddering breast
fingers slick and pulsing in and out
thumb circling the soft nub of clit
licking your nipples
eyes holding you
bite down
marking you
mine, mine
bodies pressed so close
I take your mouth, lips pressed in with wild unbridled need
there is nought but you
you are my world
and we have just begun

Essence drips leaving puddles

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I’ve dreamed of my leaving
a heart full of needing, and darkness
I’m keening
the life meant for leading
upturned faces looking
for their choices to echo my own and somehow be validated
don’t look to me for encouraging
I foster ideas not to be followed but to stand you up and get you to thinking
so I have companions of thought if not heart
I’ve been lost
and I’m losing all sense of being
just wanting and needing
loving and leading
but always found wanting
but wanting for what
I’m never told

choices I’m making
just missing and living
each dripping second seems to lose meaning
life’s just happening
I say I’m not playing and acting in earnest
how can you know if you won’t hear what I say
easier just to walk away
than explain my falling

you were debating, and I was losing an argument I didn’t know was happening
its all just so easy to run rather than face
but running each time
you start to lose the race
before it’s begun
and I’m just here waiting

planning and plotting for circumstance that may never be
but I’d rather be loving
be burning
be the fire
than to drown myself out before it’s begun
this pain is a nightmare and it aches just to be
but I live all the way out there
all the way free

consequences to actions
countervailing force
ripping me to shreds and I can’t help but feel you are the one hurting
and all I am wishing that you were still mine to help
I’m standing here bleeding
heart’s blood dripping
but it’s you I would mend if I could

Rage and despair

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So quickly it all turned from finding you
From finding passion beyond words
From hearing you say yes,
yes this passion
Yes we found each other
yes, you
To this deafening, rendering silence
This pain beyond measure
Past words, past responses
How could it be gone now as if it never was?

Slipping days

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Meet me in the darkness, in the dreaming
hold me against the coming dawn
find me please
I’m tired of searching
tired of thinking I’ve found you
tired of being wrong

Languid knowledge

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lips are as wine
intoxicating and infinitely varied
savored and drunk
pressed deep
look into eyes and taste every bit
touch played out as symphony in flesh
fingers flow the course of nerve endings
pulling close
body molded to mine
seeking to build and discover
uncover and expose
the blossom flush of dew
bound and binding
in pleasures remembering

Lust fades to memories – repost

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I would give voice to other than lust but find, in these haunting seconds twixt witching moon and the long dark, find my heart empty. Or not empty, but rather ravaged by flames that course through, burning out all thought but you. You, spread inviting on my crimson bed. You, legs pressed around me, back against the wall. You, pale ass tantalizing and taunting. You, riding, your eyes black with desire. My face buried in you, your hands in my hair. Your moans, your shudders. Your pleasure bound at the end of my tongue.

But you are far away from me, We are long lost to each other and I am alone. Sitting in the pale light of approaching dawn.

Crossroads as spoken word and musings

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