Warm sunlight dappled
On skin, moist, hot and sticky
The perfect morning
Warm sunlight dappled
On skin, moist, hot and sticky
The perfect morning
Adventure!
Now..
Adventure .. now!
Come on.
She tugged my hand
As we crossed the shore
Her black hair streaming out wildly
As she pulled me along dragging my heels
Let’s go!
Your lips my lips have kissed I can’t deny
I’ve not forgotten your arms in which I lay
Your warm skin under mine til break of day
Nor the rise of your chest as you quietly lie
Until we both move and you softly sigh
And in my cold heart grows a lust I obey
To hold you close so you don’t slip away
Not wanting to hear those words of goodbye
Clinging like ivy, I curl round your frame
Absorbing your heat, the touch of your skin
Breathing your sweet scent fills me to the core
In your absence I yearn for this over again
This flame ignited,it burns from within
A fire to hold me still wanting more
Inspired by the wonderfulΒ Edna St. Vincent Millay
We sit
And pick, at the delicate edges
This tapestry of ours adorned with such wonder
Filled with passion
Depicting all signs of beautiful life
Yet stillΒ
We sit with sharpened needles
Poised and ready to attack any slight blemish
Ready with clambering fingertips
To pinch
And pull,
to pounce on the slightest stray thread
Eager to draw the cotton through our teeth
And break any notion of unravelling
Though we both know that I cannot resist
The lure of the loose thread
The silent pop as the loop sinks and disappears under the weave
Destruction by my own hand
Is never as sweet as simply enjoying our sumptuous existence
Yet still I roll the silver thread around my finger
And lightly tug
In the material and spiritual realm
A soul telling your mind what your heart bleeds for.
They exist. I can taste it.
she writes stuff sometimes.
Text in ya face
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