wanting

Salt into Soap

By the paper-thin light of flickering shadows

She sinks, against porcelain skin

Eyes unblinkered: closed lids, sore

Her hair a tumble of fragile knots

Lips submerged beneath perfumed foam

Fists bobbing on water like impatient buoys

The muffled sounds of music skim the surface

And without warning she finds herself humming

Frowning lips: half mouthing the words

‘Your love puts me at the top –

of the world’

Living with Sin

It frustrates me and it breaks me
Leads me on and on
Makes my mundane cheery
I hate it when you’re gone

You give your tongue with freedom
And more of it I seek
Yet often it falls dormant
Depending which day of the week

I crave your words inside me
I want you more and more
Though you leave me here frustrated
Crawling on the floor

You fire my haste with patience
Keep my rage at bay
Bind my wrists with silence
Forgetting all the words I say

Might you keep me here forever
Hidden in your lust
Sheltered by encouragement
Warm beneath your trust

Will you paw me like a tiger
Bound and pressed,
and dressed – for sin
Would you play me
as your piccolo
or like a violin

Can you give me one last vision
One final small request
Would you treat me as lover
Not just a household guest

Worn out with time

I’m always here for you
It seems
continuously waiting
Frozen in time
A stopwatch
That waits
To be wound up

I sit in the dark
Gathering dust
Until you remember
me once again
And reach out
My body activating
Under your touch
Cold at first
Yet still I tick for you
Slowly, hesitantly
Increasing velocity
As you play me
Just another toy
Another trophy in your cabinet
Ready to hide or shine
Dependant on your whim
And though defiant
I purr under your stroke
Hoping the next wait
Does not take such a heavy toll

Words passed over

My mind turns back the clock
Your alabaster skin pressing against mine
My lips suckling your fingertips
Seeking a cure for a ravenous hunger
Fervent desires merging into white-hot energy
Exploding into a cascade of glittering kisses,
Wrapped up in the warmth of your soul

The words danced along my tongue then
But I imprisoned them
How could I open up that door,
only to watch you walk out of another?

Snippet

She tensed as a fingertip danced across her exposed cleavage, followed by a warm palm pressed against her cold skin. His hands slide down and dipped in between her breasts and she felt her nipples begin to harden despite herself. The blindfold had shut off her vision but heightened her sense of feeling, and she flinched as his mouth landed hard on hers. His lips felt dry in the morning air, and the slight graze of his stubble against her skin caused her to catch her breath. Light kisses trailed across her lips and over her throat, soft lashings that made her insides tingle. As he reached the base of her neck she squirmed involuntary which made him chuckle in delight. His tongue followed suit and circled her skin causing her to writhe beneath him. She pushed her chest upwards as she lay frustrated with her shackles. But felt the slow release as he pulled down her corset zip slightly allowing a cool blast of air to hitΒ  her clammy skin. He could feel her impatienceΒ  growing, and was relishing this rare moment where she was no longer the driving force.

Hush now

Hush now…

When you place your fingertip on my lips

and utter those guttural words

I know that I am done for..

I cannot explain the where or the why,

I only know that it hits me,

through a small chink in my armour

Two words to buckle the knees

of a battle hardened soul.

One action to soothe

a riot of ferocity.

Just a mindless gesture for you

Yet to me – A destruction

of subconscious

Oblivious invader of my world

Welcome!