To Trace Your Shape

Oh how I long to trace your shape
With inquiring fingertips
From fragile nape to hollow back
I stroke and watch
You stretch and buck.

You come with sighs and tiny moans
Sweet sounds that pull straight through my core
Like keys with strings tuned sharp and loud.
You moan, you pluck,
I clutch your hand.

Your skin so warm, but marble pale
And salted, wet with beads of sweat
And overwhelmed, I drink you in.
Like honey wine,
You taste sublime.

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Read Me

My open legs an open book
A secret locked, now spilling down
And you will read between my sheets
Every yearning, every sound
Every wish kept moist and sweet
Till there’s no secret underneath

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Black Ink

I paint my name in broad dark strokes
And sweep the brush across your thighs
A shadow of the moment past
I sign my work with tiny sighs.
The ink I’ve made is black and thin
It dribbles down between your cheeks
The contract quoted whole in sin
The clause you begged me not to seek.
I will not cede my soul to you,
My heart, my cunt, not any part,
But I will write my letters large
Upon the atlas of your heart.

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Lemon Honey

Your words pour out my mouth
And trickle down my chin
You taste of lemon honey
Silent on my skin,
Your air a heavy cloud
Of droplets wet like rain
You taste of mallow sweet and
Sour cherry pain.

You say you love me
You say you love me
You say you love me
But I can’t stay the same.

Your words pour out my mouth
And trickle down my chin
You taste of lemon honey
Warm and slick like sin.

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Firelight Shy

There’s fire in your hair
As we sit down here talking,
A spark glowing brightly
Amongst growing dim
Were I to touch it,
Would you judge me forever?
Are we matched?
Is it safe?
To say what I mean?

The wind blows so cold
But you smell of red leather.
Like the back of a bike
In cold winter air.
Would you hold me close
And ride over the mountain?
Do I love?
Or envy?
The place where you are?

Lips show such promise,
But I’ll not bite that cherry,
I won’t risk the foolish,
Discomforting quiz.
So I’ll back pedal
And cast hope to the ocean.
My basket
Forgotten,
Just friends with a wish.

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So Tightly Wound…

Unravel the knot of my desire,
These inconsistent locks of mine.
Ease the kinks,
Brush out the fire,
Polish my soul for lustre and shine.
Spread me out wide from head to my feet
From the tangle spin me so fine.
Hang me to dry,
Laid out so neat,
Give me reason to take what is mine.

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Picture by Engin Akyurt
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Red Bikini Promise

Red bikini promise
On a solo swim
Checkered ocean laughing
Blue horizon win.

Bodies caught in motion
Kisses on the breeze
Love adrift and sinking
Tickets if you please.

Lapping at my fingers
Bubbles clothed in foam
Love a sunset promise
Far away from Home

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Picture by Comfreak
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Wretched

Oh muse I have bartered and broken you.
I raised you aloft, while I sank so low
I gathered you in and knelt at your throne,
I turned you away and made myself stone.
Had I heart enough to hear your pleas
I could not resist, and yet, I’ll not yield.
Caught in a web of memory silent
I dream of silk stained with bright violet.
Your colours mute, your sadness inviolate
No more to speak, your heart tightly wired.
Love me once more, love me for a liar…
Oh muse, I have bartered and broken you.

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Picture by Matvevna
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