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Janette Sep 2012
Were my words....
the hands
that sculpted
the heartbeat
of your soul
into the breath
that passed
across my shoulders,
in places where
your fingertips
brushed back my
hair, exposing
the curve
of my neck...

Were my thoughts,
a bridge, I traveled
into a place where
time stood still,
save for the
moonlight whispers
of your...
Fantasy
cascading down
the passages
of my dreams,
turned the brightest
shade of scarlet
for the want of you,
burned
Monet to skin

I lay, undone

Longing to be
the Masterpiece
you create
with your touch,
aching to feel the
soul you paint
into my eyes
Glazed, windows
to the fire,
banked no more
let free,
to burn, cinders

Ash ascends,
quickens the breath
that become the
wings of crimson
glow, born of
inhalations of
distant blue...
graze the smoulder
that pierces the
horizon,
invisible heat,
seeking the
source with
eyes of touch,
requiring no
preordained
destination...

Let fall, the rain

Staccato,
to cleanse our
flesh, slick
with the wet
of salvations
thirst, strums
to move our
souls, to one
Twined
into frenzied limbs
I reach for
the fire in you
out of the ashes
let us rise, reborn
to worship
the heat of day
as you carve your
Absolution
into my palms
raised to the
glory of nights
inhaling sunrise

My words....
hands that sculpted
the heartbeat
of your soul
Moistened in
the reign,
fingerprints,
tracing the
press upon
skin, as they
tingle...
indulging
in a season,
somewhere in between
a winter without creed,
and the spring of our
confessions,
spilling over the banks
of our deliverance....
Janette Aug 2012
And so resounds the echo...

Sewn against your shadow,
handstitched destiny edges,
unraveled in the fire,
pulses rage
in heart-paced whispers,
collision of midnight panther
pelts, bleed into powder silk,
ravage the gentle merge,
your touch upon my awakening
sway me softly in your gaze
taste me with eyes that pierce
my soul from wingtips of butterflies
cast from the fire of your existence.
Unfold the unspoken words
dripping in the creases of this
throbbing...needing...wanting
heartbeat-slip-stitch,
suture seal the ache
of gossamer flesh
pressed against raven,
twin glances,
the bookmark,
fingertips
tracing the eyeprints
of your words upon me.

...so resounds the echo...

As echo wrecks the body
in a fever of words, purged
from the ****** night,
that devoursand devoursyour lips,
my hands' gentle cradle, spread
its roots dark these russet
threads the gold, swept
wetly over hands, like nerves,
quickening and so laden
with tremors, these words echo echo

Slip knot tongues intertwine,
tangled tasting breathes, exhaled
in slow moans surging, purging
that drinkand craveand need
m o r e
beneath hands that unleash
the fervor, lips pressed through
the flames, as gossamer falls
upon panther silk,
an exigent trespass,
beyond the touch
beyond the kiss,
educe the quake and the quiver
within this rapture.

...so resounds the echo echo...
Janette Aug 2012
His name lingers on my tongue's tip.....


Striking passion like flint, tossing sparks like fireworks
Into the ink black sky;
Stirring emotions like the leaves
That scuttle around my feet;
Autumn walks, stealing light from the moon,
Her tendrils spiral, lingering..and the colours fall
In words that flutter from my tongue...


My eyes whisper, ache,
A timeless want, feeding in the hunger of his tender wrap..
And
Morning undresses inhibitions in anticipation
Of having him see me naked and unashamed..
My deepest secrets shared,
With the slivers and shards of what once resembled
A heart falling like rain about my feet..


The curve of his back trails toward a path
Unknown, shadowed within my stare;
Finding solace in the rising storm,
As it lays sheeted beneath satin layers of gentle;
A hush of soft, stirs,
Caressing the edge of sapphire whispers;
The sweet of first blush, laces fever in the swallow of rushing rivers
Liquored with moonshine sprinkles, and
Swooning as Autumn winds
Surge... and dance, syllables that speak for our tongues
Holding on tight, limb to limb
Not afraid to let go

Just not ever wanting to........
A kissed tear of sorrow no longer eclipses moonlit territories , summoning the breakers tide to sink in ocean's salt......the winds of tomorrow beckon me toward a future cast in crimson and rose.......J
Janette Aug 2012
An opaque kiss, crept over his spirit,
Drifted with petal-like grace, spilled warm
In forget-me-not pastels;
He enters The Dream'......



The soft breath of night
Dusts lash-bound eyes with dream;
There,
Night mists wander a lace like solitude,
Lost in euphoric infinity,
Where his blue ripples speak waterfalls
Pooling to silence...




The moon tossed down a shimmering cloth,
Her Midas light, turning his limbs to gold;
A name, echoed softly, like river minutes,
A winding breath, a tingled song of awakening,
Of lullaby in whispers and nuance,
Ghost-kissing the curve of an aching thigh...




Crave induced,
The magic in her hip-sway, crossed
The arch of his dreams;
Where she flowed half-held by darkness;
A garnet flame flickering the
Tussled locks of Autumn stained hair,
Trailing her skin, like eager limbs parting
A dream horizon's shore...



Her impish August skin,
Bathed him in words that woke his willing flesh,
Tracing the haunted subtlety of desire;
Here, amongst the echoes of the pulsing night,
Heart to heart, breath to breath,
Her fingers tenderly caressed delicate dreams on the silken hardness
Of his shadow serenade...



Passion coursed his blood, an esoteric tune
Suckled the sweet sutra;
Her taste,
Burning the star of his mouth,
Tasting the breath of moan,
A song,
Hovering like a silver bauble, drifting in past breaths,
Sinking into chaotic bliss, deepening the eclipse of seductive fusion...




His face, dark, breathed hot upon her psyche,
A captive heart beating against his palm;
"Be Mine" unfolds,
While "Yours" is spread wide, refractive on skin,
A brand, where fingers trace hips, slowly swallowing hidden breath;
His tongue slide, afire with the heat of a thousand suns, and
Rose tinted limbs scream, with eyes closed,
And he watches as she burns.......



Love came quietly as a whispered dream.........
An eclipse in the afterlight, of forever....she lay there in his arms......held in her beaming smile....a breath beyond a dream.................. J
Janette Aug 2012
Forever is hushed amongst sweet sounding rain;
Murmured heartbeats;
Turn a soft pirouette in the recess of mind;
Moon-burn, silvered, permeates the rake of glittered stars;
Your kiss carved into this heart...

Remember me, remember me...



And I can’t get close enough to him;
Lilies, wild and dark,
Cool the blush of my cheek, a soft essence
Purl-binding, touching my soul;
A summons of wrists gently turned
To show veins that lie beneath,
Bleeding hushed words,
Flowing, where  
The lull of nightfall, lays my hair between your fingers...

Remember me, remember me...



And I can’t get close enough to him;
The breast of the ****** moon-spill,
A simple thread of heartbeat, a touch-tender upon lips
Parted;
You brushed me beautiful,
So beautiful;
I glitter… silk upon crimson, shining;
Slipping, burnished, to your tease,
Flesh on fevered flesh,
I want closer
To melt beneath your skin, to swim in your veins...

Remember me, remember me...



And I can’t get close enough to him;
Your body,
Listens, caresses
A gentle burning in my spine,
Arching with the soft essence of night flowers;
And gentle, the pulse of hand's clasp;
My heart finding the rhythm of yours,
A sigh between each beat,
Whispering soft,
"Never let me go."...

Remember me, remember me...



And I can’t get close enough to him;
Fire's flame dances, shadows writhe,
Touch-feathering the silk of petals, rising to meet
Each heartbeat
Waiting,
To feel your passion course through my blood,
Feel desire as it consumes me,
Suckle sweet, sutra your taste,
Filling me....

Remember me, remember me...



And I can’t get close enough to him;
I whimper, sighs,
A blue voice, moaning through me
Folding my breath inside your hands;
Feeling the quivers you send racing through my thighs
Purging velvet depths,
Deeper
Before a rise of hip curves to please eyes
Lost inside the mirage of dreams,
To feel your love and know its truth as if it were my own...

Remember me, remember me............
Janette Aug 2012
Where desire is an endless distance...




'He sleeps...I steal his brush,
Dip it red and wet,
Painting on his chest;
A mosaic of Love
My heart's mirror;
I carry him
Beneath my breast,
His Love
The first and last
Of my awakening heart'...




Writing him...


It was the softness of his hand
That held my breath against my will
Nestling in the curve of my arm;
My heart fluttered in his warm smile
As the mocha of his sight drenched me...


Smiles echoed on the canvas
Of tomorrows, suspended in each
Syllable that flowed like manna from heaven;
My fingers abandoned their hesitancy
Outlining his face,
Memorising...


I faltered;
Breathing in the shimmer of what is real;
His smile whispered a promise,
As his voice echoed my own
In an unwritten poem...




Poetry...


Lily white, she wakes near the night river,
The red mantra of Summer's rain, opens
The rose to shadow;
Cradled in awakened smiles,
The touch of twilight intoxicates visions of fairy-tales,
Like somber hues of unbuttoned fragments...



Heartbeats,
Soaked to the hollow of *******,
Tucked in the deep comas of the lotus moon;
Her silver light,
Seamless,
Dreaming silks and milk tender...



A whispered name...
Hands steeped in honey,
Moving slowly through deep-red,
Echoes of dream;
Stillness,
Swallowed,
As hours burn pale candles,
Frozen eternal in spangles and lace...



Her wings wrap his pain in song;
Feather light,
A kiss of sweet enchantment,
Beyond the delicate tick-tock
Of destiny's hourglass;
A verse vertigo
Set free by the bleeding of her pen...




Reflections.....

This soft everlasting kiss
Nourishes the weeping within,
Showering each cold-shadow with warmth;
He sings in my skin,
Where we go in midnight's colours
My body, a pebble on his mountains;
Immersed in an endless sky;
Miracles flourish
Embraced in our endless beginnings.........
Janette Aug 2012
Close your eyes,
Translate my body in a braille of your hands,
Reveal these primal trembles awaiting your touch;
Taste this unbridled need,
As I place your fingertips
Deep!
In the wet of me...



Slowly moving them across your lips,
Into your mouth;
A jasmine laced molten that sears your tongue;
I straddle your want, pressing my lips to yours,
Tasting the breath beneath a pacing desire;
Aching!
To fill and fill and fill, this yearn in me...



Drink from the fever in my eyes
As I take you inside,
So deep within the intoxication,
Lost in the caress of fingers on skin;
Tangled in this ecstasy  
Raging!
Each movement of my hips, rocking in the pendulum
Of your thirsty embrace....



Open your eyes,
I want to see fire
when I bring you to the edge;
I want to hear you say my name
Over and over,
Until we are both spent
Laying in a pools of sacred surrender;
Your heartbeat pounding beneath my palms...



Our legs intertwined,
My soft lips slowly tracing
Inch by inch!
Savouring every last drop;
Tasting!
The sweet nectar of liquid euphoria....



Close your eyes;
Translate my body
In a braille of your hands,
Spelling ecstasy
In the tremble of rediscovered fantasies;
And watch me!

Unravel YOU again......
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