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.
All rights reserved, Alicia Fitton 2018
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
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 country?
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.
All rights reserved – Alicia Fitton 2018
If you liked this poem you might also like Run Dry
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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…
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
If you liked Rhythm and Motion, read 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
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
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