My Love is an Ocean of Guilt

My love is an ocean of guilt
Formed by the sweat that runs down her thighs.
Shaped by her lip, the white of her teeth,
Her smile that wriggles across the beach.

The incoming tide drowns my toes,
The skulls she painted with smiles and scorn
In red with silver, crystal eyes
She sparkles with the lies I’ve told!

Her love is an island of pain,
I tried to soothe with blissful breezes,
I tried a balm of clotted cream
The truth is out there, silver plated.

My love is an ocean of guilt,
I sail toy boats along its currents.
Her smile is worth a thousand cuts
From scattered shards of broken mirrors.

All rights Reserved – Alicia Fitton 2015

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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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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.

All rights reserved – Alicia Fitton 2018

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.

All Rights Reserved – Alicia Fitton 2018

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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.

All rights Reserved – Alicia Fitton 2018
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

All Rights Reserved – Alicia Fitton 2017
Picture by Comfreak
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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…

Rhythm and Motion

I stare
At the busy, boring pattern of the velour seat.
So many shades of brown
And not one of them a match
For the beauty of your skin.
I picture you beside me,
Long and lean
Smelling of spice and whiskey cream
I watch your nipple harden
And pucker the seam
Beneath your shirt.

I pause
And we drift into uncertain slumber.
You are no longer mine
Just another stranger.
A fingernail scratches
My upturned wrist
Clenching me tight
Your fingertips twitch,
And though you are distant
Absorbed in the window passing by
Your signal is clear.

Echo
Loudly breathless in an empty carriage.
Scared of their judgement
Their sideways glances.
Your hand caresses
Slipping down between
My knees, my thighs,
Outrageous, obscene
You throw your green
Coat over my caution
Always it seems
I come without trying.

All Rights Reserved, Alicia Fitton 2016

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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

Companion Piece

In my eyes you are dark leaf and shadow
Bright gilded bronze, my messenger and muse
You lead me astray down paths of sweet sorrow
Tempt me to bargain a life that I’ll lose,
Muscle and marble, your touch like cold fire
You lead me straight past my twice daily sin
Mirrored temptation to whet dry desire
The crunch of an apple, the juice on your chin.
The vale of my heart grows ever sickly
The meadow beyond remains rich and green
I see our end, emerging so quickly
The clouds overhead sink down in between.
I’ll gather my thoughts, your heart on my sleeve.
Love me so hard that I can’t hear you leave.

All rights reserved, Alicia Fitton 2016

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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

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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

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My Love is an Ocean of Guilt

My love is an ocean of guilt
Formed by the sweat that runs down her thighs.
The curve of her lip and the white of her teeth,
A smile that wriggles across the beach.

The incoming tide drowns my toes,
The skulls she painted with smiles and scorn
In red with silver, crystal eyes
She sparkles with the lies I’ve told!

Her love is an island of pain,
I tried to soothe with blissful breezes,
I tried a balm of clotted cream
The truth is out there, silver plated.

My love is an ocean of guilt,
I sail toy boats along its currents.
Her smile is worth a thousand cuts
From scattered shards of broken mirrors.

All rights Reserved – Alicia Fitton 2015

If you liked this, read Love?