Raw Earth Ink
spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
Tag: Passion
Two Become
Fold myself into youLift me to your lipsPress me to your tongueSwallow me whole Two become one I gasp and I shiverSkin tinglingYour words brush my earSlip inside Absorb every atomMore than you or IImpart fragmentsRushed whispers We coalesceEnds and beginningsHeart tremblingSomehow togetherWe tara… Continue Reading “Two Become”
Thoughts on a Windy November Afternoon
For nineteen years, I was beat and belittled into quiet submission. I was trained to understand I would never measure up. I laughed too loud, I talked too much, I read the wrong things, I didn’t fit in, I didn’t understand my peers. I… Continue Reading “Thoughts on a Windy November Afternoon”
Approaching Existence
Your velvet breath along my skin, Draws sighs from my lungsA deep ache blooms and burnsA crackling flame belowThis smile, a smirk of memoryYour voice, low, reminding meWickedness sublimeWant unfettered My neck, bare: hopefulThe heat of your lips, gentle, sucklingA trail of kisses, promisesEven… Continue Reading “Approaching Existence”
All My Senses Are Filled
I’m consistently constantly swept away in feelingyour body crawling, moving across minelying on my back, arms above my headyour hand running up my soft skinall the way up up uplacing your fingers in mine in seeingyour dark and shining eyesreflecting the light of a… Continue Reading “All My Senses Are Filled”
Honey Bee
Slip your arms around me Unzip all these clothes Caress my exposed throat Fondle my soft skin Sweep your tongue across my lips Wash me with your presence Graze your teeth upon me Stroke up my tender thighs Trace these luscious curves Taste my… Continue Reading “Honey Bee”
Words
Your words are silk threads coursing along my skin. I shiver. I purr. I beckon you closer. Hold me. Kiss me. Move me. Your words are rain dropsflowing through my fingers.I shudder.I hum. Whispering, pull me in. Hold me.Kiss me.Know me. Your words are… Continue Reading “Words”
Devout
your tongue writes grace upon my thighs your teeth show (no) mercy but they teach me patience though I’m dripping nectar as drops of dew cling to my swollen petals hold my wrists firmly and I find stillness and peace for I conquer time… Continue Reading “Devout”
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