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Skin to your skin,
React to your touch.
You burn me with your fire
I need you so much.
Emotional conflagration
Ashes and dust.
I am nothing
Except lingering lust.
You take and you take
Control me with a touch.
Luscious corrosion
I succumb to this religion of rust.
Consume me with passion
‘Til I’m ashes and dust.
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It’s a plaything in your hands,
This body and soul of mine.
Heart beating faster,
This fierce longing
Is beyond my control.
And simply in passing by
You take my heartstrings,
You take my mind away.
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Originally Published 16 December 2016
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The sunlight through the window frame,
Casting spells writes in shadows
Drawing religious symbols on your naked skin,
As you lay in a reverie upon my bed.
You are real, I know it. For I still feel the wound
Of the raw impression, you have drawn in scarlet upon my soul.
Yet you lay there as innocent as the morning
Leaving barely your outline upon the sheet.
And, I fear that if you wake you will get up and walk away.
As fleeting as a breath of morning air.
That life will continue as before almost as if you were never there.
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One touch is enough
To begin all those feelings.
The slow descent we both are needing.
Emotion spiralling twixt heaven and earth,
A twisted teasing
Of all the senses we possess
Until we are flying beyond reason.
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There is a history of lust
Between you and I.
Of burning desires,
Of unravelling sheets.
Clothing torn,
In our needs and our musts.
There is a history of lust.
Of temperatures rising
In feverish collusions,
Frantic delights
In the hours of night; colliding
In all our needs and our musts.
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Sets the sun ablaze,
Igniting the fire within.
Passion threatens
To overflow. As the muse
Takes hold and won’t let me go.
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Originally Published 10 August 2015
Let me in,
Let me in.
You can’t keep me outside tonight.
You can’t keep me away from the light,
The flame you’ve lit is burning inside
And now all I want to do
Is share the sins of the world
(My world) with you.
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Speaking of my crimes, my black designs
That went astray. My steps in wicked ways;
When it is just lies to talk of love
Such a pretty word for want and lust.
When all along I knew I never had the words
For speaking of the truth, and my eyes just mould
Darkness into a perversion of the light.
And my defence?
My senses were overwhelmed by the reality of you.
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Day 12 of my review of the year and a poem about giving in…
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Like pools of cooling water
Blue eyes beckon, lead me to slaughter.
Like the siren you entice me in
With those lips of sweetest poison.
Like a pillow you promise rest
If I lay my head at your breast.
I know it is ruin
To surrender to lust
But I’m just a sinner
And I need your touch.
So like wings, when your arms spread wide
Within your embrace I will come to die.
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Snatches of song.
When are you coming home?
Sojourns in love
Hand-in-hand, in glove.
Ecstasy and echoes,
Last chance, last throw.
That kiss; a summer game.
That always ends the same.
I walk away
You let me go.
I want to stay
But I don’t know
The words I want to hear
And what it is I fear.
Is it love’s demands;
Deep waters; shifting sand.
…
Snatches of song
I hear again.
Or passion and thunder.
I fear the flood begins
With this single drop;
Becomes never ending reign.
And I’ll lose sight of land.
Take me under
Hold my hand.
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