So Tightly Wound

Its here! You can now buy my debut mini-collection of 22 poems on love, sex and lies from Amazon via Kindle or Paperback. The book includes several previously unpublished poems as well as favourites published on the website.

https://www.amazon.co.uk/So-Tightly-Wound-collection-poems-ebook/dp/B08563TMPX

Description

This debut collection from Alicia Fitton is a lyrical exploration of the lies we tell ourselves about the sex we want and the people we long for. Her work flits like a summer romance telling stories through snapshots of erotic desire, wish fulfilment, guilt and the resulting heartbreak. Each poem is personal and intimate, inviting the reader into an emotional journey fraught with jagged edges.

Perfect for anyone who wants to fall in, or out, of love.

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

All Rights Reserved – Alicia Fitton 2017
Picture by Comfreak
If you liked this poem, read Subtext

Sea witch

The sea, her song is sweet
But she rages,
How she rages.
My love is in retreat,
A cage that stings my fingertips.
Her contrary deceit
But her kisses,
Such soft kisses,
Leave me quite replete,
My mistress runs aground my ship.
I go once more to meet
The rocky shore beneath her feet.
I go to make complete
The perfect storm of my defeat.

All rights reserved, Alicia Fitton 2017

If you liked Sea Witch, read Tell Me…

Kiss Me

I see your grin
And I know what you’re thinking,
I feel a flutter,
my nipples grow hard.
You stand so close
You seem to surround me
My care and attention
Have all gone so wrong
The threat of a kiss
On the tip of your tongue

Full of your scent,
The rasp of your stubble
Against my cheek and
My breast and my thigh.
Glorious love,
I draw you in closer
I want you to fill me
Push logic aside
I beg for a kiss
But you just spread me wide.

So close to you
And  too close to coming
The tip of your cock
A pleasure too far
I press myself
Now forwards towards you
You thrust up inside me
The tussle is won.
You kiss me just once
And we both come undone

All Rights Reserved, Alicia Fitton 2016

Save Me

Take the ribbon from my hair
Blood red against the bone white sheet
Tie it tight around your wrist
Strip the stockings from my feet
Cobweb shadows stain my legs
Constraints of pride and purity
Forgotten lengths of vanity
Peel the gloves from ‘tween my fingers
Stained with sweat and impure thought
Tattooed lace of moral stricture
Modesty for pity’s sake
Rip the dress from round my waist
Zipper bust and fabric rent
Fling it out into the street
Let them see me. Naked. Bare.

All rights reserved – Alicia Fitton 2016

If you liked this, read Rhythm and Motion

Stone of the Ages

A bold figure stands in the valley of shadow
A statue of rock between mossy walls
Circle her slowly, diamond of Rhea
Coiled in her carvings her message obscure

The golden chord struck and the standing stone echoes
Percussion of tremors felt deep below
Her pitch soars higher, song of the ages
Morning’s first glory to settle her maw

The sun rises east as the river flows silver
The sweet song trembles at movement inside
The rhythm unfurls, passion moves closer
Sing muse again of the beauty described.

All Rights Reserved – Alicia Fitton 2016

If you liked Rock of Ages, read Goddess

Goddess

In your eyes I am blue sea and broad sky
Goddess of love, of fun, sex and sweat.
In your eyes I’m glorious and powerful
Queen of your heart in a dark velvet dress

You play my games with one eye half open.
A tease, a turn on, a flicker of smut
You hand me the cards wrapped up in your daydream
Forgetting the last time, I shuffle the pack.

I wear my crown with glamour and sparkle
I rise to your needs and get carried away
My heart is not lost, but lies here forgotten
One day I’ll use it to balance the stack

All Rights Reserved – Alicia Fitton, 2016

If you liked Goddess, read Losing it…

The Calling…

“Come to me,” her whisper beckons
“Come to me,” her lure is strong
“Come to me,” a velvet promise
“Come to me,” she turns me on

“Come with me,” through morning shadows
“Come with me,” the streets are long
“Come with me,” seduction follows
“Come with me,” she leads me on

“Come for me,” my thighs wide open
“Come for me,” her fingers wet
“Come for me,” my cunt grips harder
“Come for me,” I come.

All rights Reserved – Alicia Fitton 2015

If you liked this poem, read Catch