Wonderlust

December 7, 2015 Leave a comment

has my wanderlust returned

alongside my wonder lust?

after years of walking the wilderness –

it is a life changing experience

‘they’ say usually nodding their heads

yet

I’m left to wonder if lust is truly good

when I’ve been told all my living days

it is bad, evil, of satan.

but still.

Still.

I lust to know

I lust to feel

I lust to experience

anything, everything.

I lust for tender touch

I lust for gazes that say volumes

I lust for words abandoned

of propriety and niceness

I lust for wanton actions

producing gasps and breaths

caught between heart and tongue

I lust for the touch that soothes my soul

I lust for fingers to ignite in me

within me a fire so ferocious

I burn from my lust back into my lust

brightly exploding light onto dark

courageously burning the very

strongholds they placed upon me

to hold me down

no lines drawn

no pretty little boxes

I burn freely, joyously

majestically

in hours I am a pile of embers

gloriously satiated

blissfully lusting

for more.

smoky lips

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Hypopimpreni, Part I

November 29, 2015 Leave a comment

rising from the pyre

 

he came in with

a bright smile

a sun shedding

light into her darkness

he lit a match

under and inside

her

a spark burst

into flames

her world set

on fire

she felt their tongues

torch her

her love burned

as he watched

gently at first

then with time

he

savagely fanned

the flames

her desire burnt bright

lovingly, joyfully

the flames climbed higher

beyond her reach

beyond her control

wildly passionate

whipping warmth

flames became fire

the unbearable flickering

of desire

became a blisteringly

scorching blaze of deceit

he warmed his coldness

at her flames

his blood hot again

 he turned away

from the unbridled heat

and walked away deliberately

without a second glance

 the bonfire

she idealised

showed its true self

as a pyre

and in spite of the flames

she shed tears

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Mine

November 17, 2015 Leave a comment

couple

I call you mine

not to possess

not to own

I call you mine

because you are

my walls down

my muse and my light

my weekly fortress

my desire’s thirst

quenched

the smile on my lips

the blush of my cheeks

the nook for my snuggles

the taste taster of mystery dishes

the gentle bugbuster who

is more a bug handler

the deliverer of unexpected flowers

the co-lover of salted caramel gelato

the words to my poetry

the warmth to my soul

my reminder to breathe

my heart filled

you are mine.

11.51 p.m. November 17, 2015  Madison Park, Seattle

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October 21, 2015 Leave a comment

woman stops caring

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October 19, 2015 Leave a comment
We live, we die. Somewhere along the way, if we’re lucky, we may find someone to help lighten the load.
–  Justin Cronin, The Passage
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October 8, 2015 Leave a comment

if you're something

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October 7, 2015 Leave a comment
Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.
– Leo Buscaglia
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