My body helpless as desire seems to consume

My bed so lonely without you

As steaming hot passion burns uncontrollably free

My lips are moistened with my feverish tongue

As inside my hearts flaming desires are definitely ripened

My breast bare as the night chill gives them a rush

I begin to moan but try hard to keep it hush

Tenderly my fingers dribble down my bare breast

To delicate places my fingers slowly come to a rest

I circle my ****** as a chill flows through

Inside of me a passion burns so deep with thoughts of you

As sweat begins to build upon my body so warm

I linger on to places that even more feelings can dwell

Down to my stomach my fingers seem to glide

Down to that spot where my passion seems to hide

A hot burning desire, I feel the flames flowing so free

As my fingers dip into the deeper depths of me

So wet and flaming the power of my desire

Inside this spot is the total passion of my extreme desire

My mind trapped in thoughts of you beside me

As , I begin to moan with excitement, 

The faster my fingers seem to go

A deep sigh a ****** purr a deep emotion breaking free

Sounds of rapture wanting to erupt, 

And open up to this total ecstasy

A burning desire inside my body so deep

So much hot passion that I moan

Unable for silence to keep

Thoughts of you consume my soul and my heart

As this burning desire within me comes forth to depart

I let go of myself and seem to float high above

As emotions inside me remind me of your sweet body

My bed empty where in my mind you lay

Upon my body a burning desire, I can't keep away

Oh tonight, I may dream and feel this
pleasure so true

But tomorrow my **** man

I will give all this desire to you and only you

A burning desire inside we both shall feel

As tonight may be just a fantasy

For tomorrow it will be so real

© Jennifer L DeLong 5/7/17

I sail alone
because the sea now holds my lover's bones.
Some nights I see parts of her red dress
floating by in distance.
Death was always engraved on her skin
since the day I said hello.
Over the waves, isolation is my only company.
I age with the sea,
I am a constant pattern of madness.
Only at night do I dance for the midnight stars.
The moon was my partner,
the only one I couldn't destroy.
I lead, the moon followed, with her dress of waves that
flowed gracefully around my ship.
We don't dance for long as I fear
one day I'll be the end of her.
The clouds were beautiful.
A home I crave away from these grounds.
A place that's far from a soul I could damage.
I pledged, I would never love a person again,
or get to attached to them.
I wish to be far away from earth,
I want to be up with the thunder.
Distant from where all my past
lovers are six feet under.

I did everything to forget
Chased the sun until it set
Swam across the oceans
It did not quell my emotions

My tears fell till they dried
As my heart ached till it died
Nothing took me away from you
No matter what I did I was blue

Every breath I take in my chest aches
Memories of all the pain and mistakes
I left everything and walked your path
Now I can’t clear the mess of the aftermath

I want to be good and feel kind again
Love was never supposed to be a sin
But you left me only a destroyed heart
I’m too old for the razor and body art

A million sunrises will not erase
My memory of your beautiful face
Time in its entirety won’t move me
From the greatest love that wasn’t to be

I lick my lips

they still taste like you
and I bask in the remnants of a dream
that seems
close enough to smell
through laundered sheets
blood at the surface of yesterday leeches
into tomorrow

on badges of honor that hold no shame
igniting the flame
each in the shape of animal love
primal feasts of flesh
and I run moist in remembrance
a response I have yet to control

the thought of your voice or your breath on my skin
burns fire within
without ever being near
I feel your longing
chasing my own

my body screams in liquid silence
your voice walking the line
entwined in the root
of my evil
vibrating a symphony in prelude
carried on a laugh that growls
to the beast that howls
begging to be beaten into submission
...again

I lick my lips
...they still taste like you

She wants more he feels her
Another predator has shown itself
His monster and hers wanting to fest on each other
There eyes in a war of wants
He attacks her his teeth his hands melting into hers his lips the air she breaths
He subdued her only to show he's the alpha soon she's bursting at the seams
Her beast within a roaring flame
His the fuel to keep it burning
Soon there limits have vanished
She pounced upon him grinding down to display her dance for a mate
Soon he has fully released his beast within his eyes telling her more and more
his eyes screaming to crave him as he did her
The ritual begins she mounted her prey her mate her craving
He letting go pushing in and feeling the universe unfold before him again all the wants and lust of the world again converging upon him as her eyes piece his souls
She wants this she wants to be marked and bred she want to be all he wants
His world collapsing around him as all of the wants and desires from within her speak to his soul
He explodes with overwhelming emotion lust passion and want
The beasts only craving more

The slits of glass give way to light,
Which cuts through the air and sun leeched curtains.
It falls weightless on warming skin,
Breathing life into stillness.

A gentle caress, a sultry glance;
Statuesque, they cast shadows on the wall.
Shadows that illuminate and contour,
Express and entrance.

Longing rapture in eyes, incandescent and iridescent;
Loveless yet sensuous silken skin that tells of life well lived.
Your broken heart rests on shoulders, colored and vivid;
A world is painted in timeless elegance.

What horrors has she seen? Said the looker so enthused.
What grandness has passed her eye? Says another just as true.
Oh the colors so earthen tell of pleasures and sorrows, yet whisper of frailty.
They speak in tongues that can never be trusted, only pondered.

The intricate oil work from a badger’s fair coat,
Show delicate and smooth,
All the features of her roistering frame;
Passions of the heart now told by passions of the brush.

The life is still, but forever infinite.

the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.

there's no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.

nobody ever finds
the one.

the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill

nothing else
fills.