Once blessed

Inside a fiery curse

With a heady taste

For sin

Be damned

If I’d take it back

I was all in

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is this love?

I considered this may be our last visit. With all the stress of life, it came upon me so fast. The nights we spent, murmuring through
sleep, to stay awake for that one last moment in eachothers wakeful presence. Just to give way to the subconscious sleep awareness that my bed was no longer empty. The warmth of your body, radiating heat, warming me through the cold nights of winter in a drafty house. But spring had come, and life was calling you away to the coast where your company had relocated you. I thought I was ok with this. Knowing from that first morning you woke up in my bed, that this affair was to be short lived, and that attachment was to be avoided at all costs. But the more and more time you remained, I found myself lost to your charm, wit and your beautiful face. Smitten by every one of your glances, silly jokes, and the way you touch me, just the thought of your absence alone leaves a gaping hole in my heart. Is this love? The desire to not be without?  
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more kisses

You take

The words off your tongue

And place them

On my skin

In electric starbursts

Of kisses

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You kissed every freckle

Without distraction


Placing your sun

On each one

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~ body~

a black dress slides silk across her skin
as she approaches her lovers gaze
for the first time
outside their lives
across pages of sensations
they enter one another
in a raw song
ready to burst
into a million explosions of light
for its begun
a farewell to their covered skin
flesh finally belongs to cling together
under their unhindered wants

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he danced his tongue
upon each corner
of her world
tracing each freckle
as stars in the sky
a map to discover
a buffet of pleasures
for savouring

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Some days

There are no words

To describe a feeling

Others not enough paper

To express them

Ink wells lay

Either empty

Or overfilling

There you’ll find me

Wandering my pages

Not lost

But seeking

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they climb the stairs
to a world unknown
following the pull of flesh
upon their own
each step it brings
a pursuit
of divergent pasts
converging on similar wants
in the here and now
defrocked of dress
inhibitions fall
each primal grasp
tightens around their breaths
and they are thread bare and raw
basal needs form
the current in which their bed flows
wrapped in a realm
only they will ever know
feral lust
one night they’ll own