I am tangled in your breath
exhaling the need
to hide in the corners of your touch
enslaved in lashes moistened in tears
tracing the compass of my face,
I swallow this saline-tainted want of us
upon my thirsty tongue
Enya-laced candlelight
soothing my soul,
the flavour of your gaze
seeping into the hunger of my veins....


You are a predestined addiction,
my inevitable attraction
I worship you in moonlight
in redemption beyond the fragments
of stained glass translations
a blindfolded religion
bound in all the words
we've tasted behind
the veil of unspoken confessions,
now dangling from the tip of your tongue;
You adorn me in a blushed haze,
a heaven unleashed in the colours
of your touch;
There is sanctuary in the curve
of this beautiful weakness,
I awaken on the edge
of wishes falling from your smile,
holding on to words that are
now and always
ours, alone....



The map into this omen awaits
scribed upon dog-eared pages
of this prophecy of life;
Love is a verse faded
beneath the trace of fingertips
longing to unwrap the secrets of infinity
hiding between desolate leather binders
forgotten in the shadows
tossed beneath an altar of unanswered prayers
bleeding before the sacrifice,
an intimate revelation
smeared upon a ruby-stained dagger
extracted from the heart of a dying dream
a pardoned demise delivered
in the verdict
of this reign of reality...

all I ever needed,

all I ever needed

was you...


I navigate through the cirrus of your sighs
in delicate echoes
fragments of your breath
wrap around me like the sun
invading the impending storm
in the last minutes of calm
seducing the sapphire-kissed stillness
in an azure rage
a liquid euphoria
racing through my body,
piercing into this drought of me;
thunder invades the tranquil horizons
of my inhibitions
exposed and lost,

so lost

in the rush
of your fragile rain...

Mozart fades into Monet,
you are the ivory keys,
piercing the silence,
tangled in echoes of an angel's voice,
awaiting to explode into the
mystery of my colours...


Hushed within a silence,
fading beyond something grey,
always meant to shimmer in sapphire.
Love is never bound to soft silhouette's,
though the fault line is so fragile,
the hush can rupture the ballast,
deteriorate the fingerprints
left, moistened, in an exploration of hands
christened in worship of the journey,
sliding between the hymnal of thighs
scarred in the numbness of quiet bruises,
aching for the press of your needs
to awaken the ache, and kiss the morning
held fresh in my eyes,
with a glance into hunger,
still fresh upon your tongue...



My soul rests within the ebony shadows,
straddling your fingers, as they
pound the song from your heartbeat
descending into a crescendo of requiems divertimento,
unraveling all of these unspoken words,
in soft whispers of your embrace

Curve the edge of my thirst
in that place where the heart stills,
that place, where the pulse quickens
so deep inside the quiet of your benediction
redeem me in the corners of your smile,
and I will paint my love in Monet,
so soft, upon the canvas of this
Mozarts serenade of us

The aftermath, a concerto,
a delicate stroke of crimson
smeared upon the ivory parchment of my skin,
"I love you" etched
beneath the wings of your song,

...I am the unspoken lyrics...

you are the music of my life
fading into the colours

...of love's last breath...

My animal awakens to dawns emergence
A languid stretch of sultry sleek limbs
As daybreak's ***** air delivers your delicious essence
Senses honed sharp to tease the beasts primitive chant

Through shafts of dusty light I gaze upon your lithe form
Morning glow whispers across male sinew
I smirk at how unaware you seem of my intent
As my wildness of greed growls impatient

My prey, I fear losing control with my desire for you
Reining in animal instincts scattering on a breeze
I stalk your sleepy, carefree movement
Footfalls soundless in the dawn

Voracious hunger claws at my belly
To feast upon your wholeness is needed like air
To glory in your taste of salty  spice
My possession of you is not in question

Your strength is no match for my female stealth
As I choose to alert you to my presence
Run from me prey, just a few precious moments
Run, so I may relish this chase

My tasty morsel, your fearlessness puzzles me
The primal pumping of your pulse, your only tell
It's tribal cadence draws me still closer
I will have you beneath me on this misty morn
.
You'll know nothing of my bittersweet turmoil
The aching inferno ablaze in my *****
As your power over me lies in concealment
I am the mistress that controls your destiny

With regal grace I swiftly pounce
Pinning you to the cool earth
I nuzzle the masculine valleys before me
Pleased with the feast you present
.
Feral heat erupts as I scent the need you deny
Glands under my tongue weep yearning
Salivate for the ambrosia of your making
In ecstasy I'll feed to devour my craving

Dragging tongue along incisors edge
I revel one last moment in your heaving breaths
As passions bite pierces your throats hollow
My soul claims it's sensual prize

Submit to your goddess, my courageous warrior
Surrender your pride to my keeping
I possess you now, my beautiful prey
You belong to me...

So
from your hand,
I learned to drink the light...



A residue of dahlias
in their late summer blood,
rimmed white with the fluid evening,
the soul, some wild falcon
folded in golden lullabies
of nightingale acoustics...



Eclipsed by the gentle pathos
of the body, shining
as I leave it behind,
crying in its dark thorns,
some forlorn fragment shudders
in the silver embrace you lace with calm...



As it laps
into that crumpled karma
and dreams it was once
a jaguar of dark passages,
held in the long hands of sorrow,
see, these clavicles emerge through orchids...



And a liquid resurrection
envelope the earth you bathe
from the fugitive gesture of wings,
so, it was in these black,
grim prairies of the soul...



Where I
at last learned
to drink the light from your hand....

I am an afterthought,
...a paper dream...
folded and forgotten
in the pocket of your jeans,
A stolen kiss,
lost in your flee
from the sweet store,
The shadowed curve
of a crescent moon,
half of a whole
dangling in sacrifice
to the stars that outshine,
a final teardrop
before the slaughter,
purged into edges
of loves last breath

I am the jagged silence,
of a broken wish,
a jaded blade of nexus
lodged into the soul
of a heart unguarded,
your fingerprints still linger,
fresh upon the handle of promises,
reflections of a smile on loan,
burned into the sword before the slay...

I am the fragmented child,
in search of a voice, that beckons,
whispers are the only map,
I hold on to the edge of them,
illusive tracks of this runaway train,
screaming through the darkness
into the light of your voice
aimless feet, a step ahead
of destiny,
always two steps behind
the crossroads
of that place
where love awaits me...

Petals from my hair,
blow into the passing winds,
stealing your breath
from their fragrance,
fading the velvet colours
into stone,
as they fall beneath
my final parade,
crushed and torn,
mere remnants
left behind in footprints,

...of a paper dream....

She used to speak in shades of green…
Earthly, with undertones of gravel and dust.
She liked it that way,
Where she could feel the swell of dirt inside her,
Taste the grass, pick sand from her teeth…
Tangled midnight hair hung in transient neglect
Down the arch and curve of shoulder and back,
Finally coming to end with a whispered reminder
Of its existence against the edges of her innocence...


And, once her innocence was lost
(as all innocence must be, time and again)
She realized a certain freedom in heart and rainclouds
In claiming her Oz, in following her own golden hued path.
She lay in reckless splendour among the sun ripened poppies, dreaming
Of *****, and fingers tracing her adjectives and verbs
Sinking into her nouns with plunging clarity...


Home, she writes...is not a place to sleep,
Or a place to lay my head
And find wishes in dandelion seeds
Home is in my soul,
Buried deep in some forgotten place
Between slumber and sunrise
Where my hands grasp at golds and reds,
Gathering colours like wildflowers
So that I may inhale their scent,
Exhaling more than just green
But a wanderlust, in an effort to find
The dark silhouette of you...


A fold of parchment and a gust
Of tepid wind
She seals her fate.
She no longer contemplates
A three time click
To send her back the way she came
Instead she longs for Emerald,
And moves in pace, with the desires
Of every where, any where
This brick road
Will take her...

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....

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...

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........

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.........

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............

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.........

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......

Images:


Mist rolling like silk,
Reflections of mountains painted with fire; trees edging grass;
Dancing hellos to dark sunshine and warm-tipped lips,
Cradled in the dance of sky and cloud,
Shape-shifting, secretly, where
The wind whispers, across the singing stones...




Embers;

Bathed in the essence of Spring,
A clockwise dust settles on a cruciform of Love;
Her silk heaven remembers the lithe scent of wildflowers,
Twirling and twining in teased twistings,
Swaddling her exotic leash,
Braided within the sunshine of his softly spoken kiss...





Oneness;

Days tumbled, within wild parables
Where prophecy became whispers of dream,
Soothing, the svelte of lips descending upon her neck;
Cobwebbed thoughts, in the seance of evening,
Ribbon the sound, silver-blue,
Deepening to amber...



Together;


Moonlight, the epiphany of night
Milk-blue in it's cooling;
Straying across lips, her body,
A madrigal, bled by the swell of his song;
Seducing smiles inside her eyes, melting,
Peeled of scarlet lace,
Tangled in the skin of his shadow...




Love;


Love caressed, with warm hands,
Threading beads throughout her hair,
And naked, came the night, lapping milk-flowers
To melt him, where he lay,  a silent sweeping of flesh
Mingling, softly as liquid thighs wrapped the spill of moon-glow,
Fragrant, yearning suckles, musky overtures hungrily devouring;
Her throaty sighs, absorbed.....




Visions;


Her fingertips memorise lean lines, faded jeans,
Visions of tanned and taut;
The contours of him, so close; enticing heat,
Lifting the nectar of midnight's whisper
Tracing moon-patterns, a teasing touch,
Swallowing dark promises of sweet elixir
Poured thigh to thigh...




Taste;


The subtle, sweet venom of his lips
Seeking warmth
And giving it;
His leg between her thighs...a chalice void of wine
Zephyrd trails coursing through the ripple of flesh,
Lifting the ****** of indigo amidst the wanton spill,
Awakening the breath in satiate...




Warmth;

Soft to his touch she lay,
Her breath braided with sensuality;
S T O P S....
As his fingers lace soft down to blossom;
Licking each whimper,
Swollen in shades of pink tender, parted by a tongue's tip,
Fluttering in the depths of love-burnt flesh...




Echoes;

Waterfalls of breathless silence
Veil night phantoms between silent caress,
Ravaging the wasteland of yesterday to
Bloom the nights of tomorrow,
Her body twists, legs tangled where his
Once laid;
The scent of 'forever'....breathes...........

He knew how to touch me,
Brushing me with the bold of his colour,
My heart beat hard with unashamed bliss
He saw through my 'needy'
And my
Silken nakedness kissed his eyes through the red of sin...


His wet mouthed invitation...
Reached out to where the
Ley lines of my pulse
Meshed in a dance of crimson yearn
And opened the depths of primal
Desperate to escape...


My fingertips elicit the lean lines of faded jeans
Brushing a teasing touch,
Enticing, the heat
Wrapped tightly upon tempting visions of tanned and taut
A hard driving machine,
Risen high, on waves of energy climbing...


He parts my soft lips with his tongue tip
Braiding my breath with sensuality
Licking each whimper,
While I tremble inside the strength of his arms..


Devouring me on the crest of his famine
Scorching my hardened buds......
In the ***** lathe of his salacious tongue
Passion-branding me his...

I find myself
Stretched beneath his skin
Unveiled, willingly, so
Helplessly hypnotised, while
He feasts...
His mouth devouring my spill of silence...and
His teeth graze between my thighs,
As I moan
Swollen in shades of pink tender...

My warmth
A pearled tumescence,
Blushing inside the brushed exhale of his whispered demands
I lay, soft to his touch,
Drenched with the ****** of his stain
I am flamed and seared in an endless Tsunami
In the pour of ache..



His lips play music
Against the soft of my throat
The lush fragrance of petaled fruit dew
Moist, between the rise of his body against mine...

Drink deeply
The fever inside eyes
Lost inside whispers
Hidden
Beneath intoxication;
Where
Fingers
Tangle ecstasy to
Burn on the thrillsssssssss!!
Schhhhhhhh!!
Rage the pendulum
Hips
Rocking...



Finger-tip trails
Quiver-sink
Petulant pouts
Pressing positions,
Spanked!!!
Beneath palms;
Ahhhhh!!
Shiver-scream his name
******* cry!!
Molton
The crave,
Writhed in
Arch,
Beneath a
Quickened pace,
Beautiful rising bask of
Bodies bathed...

Tongue feathers
Feeding the fuel of
Burning desires;
Ohhhhhhhh!!!
Ravage-me-gently,
Make love to me...
Until we are
Sssssssspent;
Saturated between lips
Anointed
In sacred secrets...

Moistoned, sheathed
Inside the tremors
Swollen, in wet cradles...

Pooled...

Etched in a lilies bloom
Tastes of him were born;
Beneath an attic sky, a sleeping heart, listens to his tune,
Her hands, small cathedrals, catching the heat of his dark...




Summer, shimmered beneath a midnight sun;
Flooding moments,
Feeding his mind through her tongue,
A vibration, milky blue ....notes rubbing softly upon her skin,
Oh! how her pores sung his finger tipped tender.....



A half light of fingers, stroked memories through shadows,
A skin of kisses, shivering on starry pillows, fusing the jet velvet;
Gauze, skimmed a ghost, un-woken between light and body;
As the flute of larynx, unhooked, softly in shadows of reflection,
Spilling amber
Upon a necklace of optimism...too delicate to wear.....



His heart, cradled the curl that fell across her face,
It danced in his fingertips,
Endless ribbons of tender Love, dripped from veins upon
Her skinny jeans,
Scarlet stained
Ripped...



He whispered "baby", and rocked her with his hips;
The ache in her thighs missed him,
The sweetness of him;
Breathing silence, upon her pelvis,
A cat's cradle; scented with orchids;
Upon a canvas of aching skin...



Ravaging, raking needs, spoke tongue's
In the drape down taste of heartbeats,
Arousing the fire of Summer's gentle *****;
The spiral of her heart, cornered, wild;
A quiet suffering, soothing her breast,
In a moonlight of dark songs...



Heartbeats,  she thought,
Are but night whispers..... fading in and out of time,
Lingering on the edge of now, to
Fall softly, into a misty world of someday;
Somewhere, in the stillness, his voice whispers her heart,
Beyond forever, washing wishes in the sea........

I let go
Of all I ever knew,
To taste the anticipation
Of his promised storm...the breath of his
Kiss pooling at my feet,
Velvet darkened desire,
A crimson silken-stain,
Bending the clutch of flesh, a chaos unleashed;
Sliding in cushioned madness, bleeding
Slithering tongues, tasting the moans
Exposed in the wet of me...




Thunder's primal heat fell, surrounding me;
It's warm, weeping liquid
Dripped across my lips, opened
In moistened invitation,
Searing me hot; as
His breath whispered,
'Taste it, lick it, hold it',
Taunting commands
Slaking teases wicked...traced in shimmering lines
Across roseate tipped *******;
Blushes afloat in satin caress...




So sensuous,
The rose,
A **** silhouette, drenched warm,
Swallowing his reflection;
Her untamed passion
Braced for unbridled *******,
The depths of flesh, caught in the trance of his midnight storm,
Mesmerised in a bliss-rush,
Pulsed with the vibrato of his tongue slide,
Licking the night tender, forging the opening of my purest delights;
Where boundaries blur...




Dipped in the dew of flesh, I ache
For the heat of his touch, where
Moans taste like honey to his eager tongue;
A tapestry of erotica
Birthed as fire between hungry thighs
Exposing me, shuddering his name
Beckoning him deeper; buried
To my spine, bent and grasping, holding the warmth of him,
Sweet love
Spilled upon cool sheets...




Passion, swallows heat and rhythm in the crevice of my heart;
Submerged in echoes of yearning,
Blanketing satin; and
Misty eyed heat simmers beneath the folds of dream,
Where I pour myself like rain under his skin..........

Temptation
Folds my heart to his
Bound to pulsebeats;
His kiss
Sweet on my flesh...

Know my hunger
For it starves for his yearn
Burning wild
Inside the crave of
Please...


Sweet hunger of my desire
Ride, wild upon
The crest of this moon-drawn tide;
Tasting lust
Seared in the nectar of sighs;
I drown in his charms
Warmed,
Breathless upon his shore...


Quiver-aching
Brushed with blush-velvet
Bathed within his essence...
Arching my body to
Pleasure-greet his touch,
lavished
Within whisper-breaths
Wanton...


Aghhhhhh! he
Consumes me with tender sips,
Ravenous feastings
Fulfill his crave,
Lips trace
My thighs, caressing him closer
His tongue teasing the tip
Heat searing my skin...



Painting  passion
Inside shadow's kiss
Tasting the promise of 'again'... on lips
Dripping need
Taking me
Wicked
We
Shed the night skin
In shades of crimson twilight...

Shadowed moments,
A rush of after bubbles
Whisper-weep a name
Leg wrapped warmth;
Tied down in pearls,
Burning me in the curl
Of satin sheets and tumbled pillows,
And I am stripped bare, across the cradle of dreams
Captured by pulsating fingertips
Fire-staining my thighs...



Shimmering diamond cascades of gentle stir
Fire-Wrap the mist of soft braille
Etching the moan of whispered yearn
Touch-tasting my moon kissed nape;
And I sway to the music of buffeting winds
My hips enticing, enveloping, ensnaring rigid muscle,
Lifting the hem
For teasing fingertips, searing drenched skin, and
Brazen ache meets incessant hunger...
Skin ravaged, blood pulsing...




His breath a rushing kiss between my legs
Piercing my darkness with his heat,
And licks, sweet, the tenderness I open;
This red haze of dry hours
Bathing my skin,
Sheathed behind smiles in dark corners of his eyes,
Unlaboured lust entwines trembling lips
Limbs awakening to thirst for honeyed-sin
My sigh drapes the curvature of his milky sway
Desire's swallow drowns my satin burn...


The immortality of our kiss
Etched in the warmth of garnet's gleam
Lingering upon the smoothness of softly wet;
The fragile lace binds my body, risen from rows of indigo roses,
Sequestered,
Shuttered, its heat like a leash in his palm, wrapped,
Effortlessly;
Surrendering to nuance and caress
Heartbeats
Flailing the drum-skin;
His reaching arms hold me down...



Heartbeat slowing
From the thunder of our storm,
Along my body, his braille
In gooseflesh fabrics and amber
Tambourines of skin seep,
Bind me in deepest velvet, resonating bliss...
A refuge where I curl in trembled release
Buried in purrs
Stained in screams;
Unforgettable moments
Melted in the whimper of love's breath..............

Midnight whispers,
Born on the sway of summoned winds, that
Ache....
Oh how they ache... unfolding quivers spilling
Upon opaline skin,
Their threads of gold, quickening,
Tasting slow moans surging...


Where lips, cradle flesh too fragile for hands,
Moving beyond the trembles, intertwined,
Tangled,
Tasting breathes, smooth, into a warmth of
Tongue-strokes that adorn,
Rose petals, delicately
Drowning in an oasis of silken desire...


Burn me deep, a pulse rage of panther silk,
Tasted naked,
Beyond the kiss that devours your lips,
The manacle of your hunger;
Drinks fervour from my eyes
As I take you inside,
Deeper...
Deeper beyond the intoxication of our insomniac thunder..



The scribe of your tongue
Glistens,
Spreading the curve of my thighs;
The savage vein dripping
Branding my yearn;
I savour the wet of us, the nectar of rapture that
Trickles from corners of my smile,
Begging your taste in unspoken plea's...


The Grail of my release, a hum on your tongue's tip,
Stained in this estrus of dreams,
Wild in the burning hours;
Where you swallow me eternal;
Undulating in velvet currents,
Our bodies bleed into one,
Your heartbeat,
Resting eternally between my hands..........

Night wanton,  peeled bare to intoxication, the sultry scent of indiscretion,
Bears the wicked wild
   Pleasure, pulsing to repletion; a shadow silk of born embrace,
Opens my mouth as deliberate as the throat swollen with rain,
Slender and unlaced,
And moonlight spills silver above earthen shadows. that jostle diamond stardust through fire;
My pale woman-flesh tingles as the breath of night, brushes need, tasted on skin,
And I become wrapped in the essence of deep dreaming,
His dark waters writhe and surge against my shimmer-gleam;
Whisper-sleek in heartbeats that threaten the crimson of flame,
As I am held down by the whisper of silks,
I become vulnerable in the skin of his hands....



Breathless shadows,  bathe velvet bliss,
Moon- warmed, between hips arching against possession;
Thrusting In the edges of bed-stricken memories;
Softly...gently whispering his name... on the  purple wind  that pulses, my narcotic flower,
Honeyed caresses, the slow burn of now;
...And
Silk slides in a whispered seduction
Permutating a  moon-burn's soothe; mouths
Wandering indolently, furtively down the sinuous curve
Of
Tongue
Revealing patterns smothered thick , symbollic against my breast....



Eyes close to the heat of urgency
Wicked.....hovers above skin, licking a trail sparking flame;
He speaks and I purr, he touches and I melt...his wandering hands seek their fill
Of my milky rise and fall, the slip of fingers wandering curves, between the valley of awakened *******, his
Tongue dances across buds hardened in breathless;
I sigh against masculine, running wild;  pouring wicked, and he wears me wet,
I **** the night long and slow and he...
Growls deep, while
Arms stretch, tasting flesh, teeth nip as he throbs,
Taut, against my thigh; worshiping the swollen altar...




I am blushed by kisses, held captive, beyond yearn...seeds of fire, warm breath staining nakedness beautiful;
Pink petals moistly shadow dance,  a tongue crazed, vortex of passion,
Strong muscles suckle whispered thoughts,
The ghost-atoms of rose petals, kiss the rainbow of glittering lips
Deepening sigh's lost, tasting the pulse of his heart;
Sweet evocotive essence, presses me into his swallow,  whispered words,
Lain across my flesh with the slick of tongue...



Peeled slowly, trembling , finger tipped kisses brush my ******* wet in eagerness,
His  forging ******, whispering forevers, while wildfire lips, brush black satin shivers
Across moistened tongue-play, breath,
Dancing in the swirling mist....Hot against his skin;
Untamed passion, a silken slide, tingles dark on steel, slow dancing,
Melding the sweetened heat of thigh fevered ache...





We lay upon the rainbow drift, wet beneath the honeyed dance
Open lips sip fragile webs of silk in passions sway,
Bleeding whimpers that beg the rush of primal,
Slick flow, the milk of moon, when blessed with linger's touch

and we

Bathe in the splash...of curled worship..........................................................­...

Wicked.....hovers,
Sleek, against heart’s beat;


Breath of night
Hot, skin-blushed flesh
Tongue-tingled, forged upon steel;


Black satin shivers beneath wildfire lips;
Slow danced in sweetened heat,
Writhing beneath the shimmer-gleam;


Tongues tie wings bruised with ecstasy
Sighed against masculine,
Wearing me wet....

Sin, my word-heat, beading skin,
Edging curves asking.......begging....
Searching
Lures me to wild songs, played against
The strobe pulse on the bare of flesh,
Swaying in rhythms... breath-searching shadows....



Where “I love you” is so much more than words....



Soft;
Silken caresses liquefy...........my will to resist
The touch of fingers...........so breathtakingly slow, and
Thoughts vanish, as lips taste the core of me, a smoothed tongue sheath burning ecstasy....


And  “I love you” is so much more than words....



A quiver-moan in the shake of hips
As senses rise to meet demand;
I Watch his mouth devour me
And I... parting easily, just for him....


When “I love you” is so much more than words....



****** fury pulses, as
Fingers splay upon petal’s dew
Licking moans, where he waters me, primal,
Lain in tangled sheets, drenched in shiver-ache....



Because “I love you” is so much more than words....





S
L
I
D
E
S
Me wicked,
Piercing darkness with his heat,
Possessed by the dance, hips shriek, in the brush of pounding...



And oh wow... “I love you” is so much more than words...................................

Touch me...
Beyond the blue silhouette of still shadows,
Press against this body, that shivers
Beneath your journey
To find me...




Shadows sleep beneath dream,
lingering
Where darkness surrenders to wind plows
That pulse and surge, purl-binding; moon gold
Upon midnight's breeze...his name
whispered in silk, hushed;
Hollow and waiting...




See me...




Whispers wrap satin strands across heartbeats
Flowing to islands found within his sepia pools,
Where my soul's veil falls,
And shadows splinter shards of ebony, banking
The creek of my desire;
Breath escapes, a slow push past lips that bite back a whimper;
A voice under my tongue; tastes release...Swallowing his darkness
In liquid heat, taking him deep, body, to body, raw into the recess of moan...




Touch me...



Falling ****** on  goose-bumped flesh;
His deep mocha voice,
Suckles sweet, words flow
And the flesh of his tongue,
Lingers on the breath scent of a rose,
Pulling petals,
Painting my flesh blush-traced...
I breathe ache,  exhale his name, breathe, his taste, as
Pulse quickens tasting the storm of embrace
Beneath fingers, painting subtle brushstrokes
Upon a pool of liquid moonbeams, his tongue,
Hotly insistent, lathes upon waiting skin, where
Veins pulsate isolated desires;
Flesh upon flesh, whisper wetness to oblivion....



Reach for me...


Desire resounds from lips that ache to taste
His love against my heated skin;
My tongue remembers the flavour of his ***,
The familiar of it's heat,
The Smoothness of its slide;
My pout mouth sounds, beg with woman/child sighs,
Laying whispers of my confession, softly
Against his skin, drowning his face where
He is bent to taste;
The glistened spell,
Provoking, unceasingly...lacing through
Soft down to the blossom plundered;
The trickle, of trailing beads devoured, like the restless wind, rendering me breathless without pause,
Stroking tempest against skin, lingering, claiming....



Find me...


The moist of fingertips glide,
The meridian between here and ecstasy,
Lending the pulse of grasp, as I am
Held down hard to
Curve where pearled puddles moan incessantly..
"More! More!" my silent scream;
Melding tight, the succulent berry stirs;
Lifted high above lust, to where the moon sleeps,
And passion's breath dwells,
Lost in a slow dance, surrendered to untamed tides...



Awaken me..


A sharp exhale of breath
Precludes the pleasure-pain
Arcing down swiftly,
My flesh between his lips;
"Oh touch me, kiss me, stroke me,
Keep me here beneath these masterful hands,
While I succumb
To moans within the slide of tongue;
Sipping my mounting desire"...
Arched across the canopy of my offering,
Sighs, etch, beneath the surface of hushed colour
Bleeding need, through cascading hair,
Scarlet passion lit between thighs,
Greeting his touch, lavishing the breath of want....



Spill me...


Oh the heated cry that rushes past these
Trembling lips; the
Tremor trail beneath touches...lingering
For just a moment to capture heart sighs
Awaiting the soft gel of weeping submission,
Brushstrokes, excite, incite, the
Moist rivulets, where musk lies indolent;
Arching beneath sumptuous urgency;
His softly scented slow kiss, wet with my taste....



Bleed me...


I am, outstretched in a questing mark against the moon,
Tumultuous desires
Slaked....oblivious to this milky harvest,
Slipping the crimson unlit depths
Of wet petals;
I embrace and tremble amidst the melt of limbs tossed and spent,
Unveiling whispers and whimpers, as we love in ways that breach the starving soul;

This night is for you..........

Only a distance in time, a slow drift, a free-fall,
To where the curve of the crescent moon ribbons ebon hours together,
And silvern ache dips in moon-silken pools;
Where the poetry of spooned tongues, impart a lasting call,
where he hushes me in the sway of stars,
Drowning my heartbeat in the breath of swollen whispers;
His musky scent, alluring
Melting those hidden places aching for the heat of his touch...



I taste the stir of conversation across my skin;
A silence settles there,
In the cool drifts of its tone, I sense the pulse in his throat,
I feel it thrum, so fragile through veins crowded with the
Stained glass shards of his scent;
My heart draws to the rhythm of his love; and
I am pressed against the quilt of his breath,
Soft.....softly.....a fleeting touch
Skitters in rapid succession around the curve of my neck, where
His lips whisper want in moist seduction...


Here in the freckled light his hips teach me,
Rocking me to the sighs of angels, heated flames of fragrant, vanilla foreplay,
Burn uncontrollably with such undying desire;
Folding my breath inside his hands; all smoke and violets,
Stolen moments;
Needing him, like blood, desiring only him to brim the indulgence,
Swallow it as sorrow and birth it as fire between my hungry thighs, as I beg his ******* to expose me;
Hushing my lips with the fire of his mouth, and the
Slide of his tongue from throat to breast,
His hands pressed upon my skin in urgent exploration,
Spreading me on an altar of rainbows...



Where he Loves me deep and dark in the owl light,
And I tremble, as the wet of want unleashes in the handcuffs of his voice,
Whispering blindfolds of lavender satin around my eyes,
Urging me to braille his body with my tongue's tip
My hungry mouth a mere vessel,
Waiting with wonder, agape for the fill of his adoration;
Soul touching, silk soft fingers, heart caressing the hours;
As we torture the gazing moon, pooling lakes of creamery soft,
Pillowing silken pleasures; breathing paradise upon the fragile blooms
Seared crimson into my veins...



Naked in his arms, heated emotions trickle down,
In a pour of tangled need; in the cradle of collapsed sighs,
Fingers tracing pleasure, lips swollen pouty with desire,
Drag of tongues forging serpentine trails,
Whispered things never heard before;
And like the sky I spread for him, the ink of us
Pouring lavender velvet...two bodies melting into the voice of one,
Chained in moans, in primal kisses that beg arched worship
Kissed raw in the silver scorch, of moonlights rapture,
Where moondust meets skin......

Love Is Deep .....

The black silk of spiders web,
Intricate as fallen dreams,
Where petals cling to sweetened breath,
And whispers tickle sleep,
Spilling amber into the chenille of my shadow...


A midnight sun melts horizons,
Veiled in colour rush
Clouds peel, silver edges,
Where...
Yesterday's half light fingers reach out,
Touching me;
Intoxicating my restless need...


I unfold
Sepals bending beneath folds of memory,
A sirocco wind twirled in hazy lace,
Brushes my breast,
A sigh upon the dip of my throat;
Like sutras, mouthed upon bare skin...
"Yours", he whispered.....


The peak and flow of timelessness never touched me;
Touched US; just
Syllables laying soft on skin, brushing silk,
Sliding into softened togetherness;
Blush rising the caress, of
Flesh against flesh, searing the stain
Of crimson sighs....


Brazen,
I yearned his breath,
An ivory utterance,
Mellow,
Kissing the back of my throat,
Teasing the primitive chant;
Wild, I was;
I am... flaunting the lascivious
Scorching nature of Woman...


Lathering love, scintillating a sugar melt,
Lapping 'The love pulse';
Each pause, a flame licking my skin;
I have become,
A fascination of steel in lace,
Blossoming
As passion's bite pierces...


Darkened eyes roam my face,
Painting me with lust's stain,
Moons glow, whispers, slowly across male sinew,
A whisper of breath, dances my arching neck;
A lovers kiss rests in my throats hollow;
My heart rages to
Free the fury pounding...yet still I whisper.......


Dark heat blooms;
A waltz of wildness, that strains at each whimper,
And moisture, slides to quiver,
A pulsing ache, echoing,
Throbbing to the beat of a lustful song;
Sighs etching upon peach satin essence
As dew drops fuse,
Layered on air...



The raw drum beat of two pulses;
My body, curved for his blessing,
Skin glistening on this wheel of rhythms;
I am...slave to his craving mouth;
Nails bite palms in clenched fists,
"Don't stop,
Don't"...
Shuddering, trembling,
Remembering
The keening cry of euphoric bliss.........

When the moon winks behind the bare branches of winter, reaching for snowflakes with its tongue,
Shadows smile in dark shatters, quietly invading the fluttering of dream;
A stain of crushed rose petals....a sigh, pure as baby skin…innocent as ivory, encircles,
And I feel his breeze, undress me as clouds reveal a waning moon, the red mantra of January, opens this rose to shadow,
My heart, an empty bell, hushes the pause that keeps my pulse caged to his eyes...





Dreams still heavy, flow upon ebon, a whisper-kiss breathing desire;
In the hush of shadows he stirs, ******* destiny, where the shine parts my lips, finger-touching the moon within my soul;
Seducing my skin with his whispered sigh, reaching out, caressing phantom songs, dancing skycircles, shaking midnight from my hair;
Eyes that sparkle-ache wildness in me, while I lay naked in his arms, wrapped around the warmth of kiss,
My crushed lips gasping softly...




  
Gentle breezes buffet bare flesh, wandering the lines of a smile, breathing silver-whispered pleas,
"Show me heaven tonight"
Bleeding my silk into a  whisper of rapture, stilled in hues of emerald hush;
As fingertips reach, tenderly into the palette of my soul, beyond the shadowed eclipse, where essence lingers in the perfume of delicate winds,
Swaying me gentle, slender into the deep of ache, trickling from that sacred place; quickening the shiver-burn.
The fire of his lips on mine, pink with full moon dilation...





Fingers like clouds, shroud my milky spires, wind-swept aches pound my soul, tantric rhythms, fly to destiny;
As breath is caught in arcs of awakening, where I fold, surrendered beneath inferno;
Errant whispers tattoo my heartbeat, under his skin;
And whimpers pare curves as yearning quakes the ground beneath us, and we dance a language; arabesque on tongues,
His lips trace my *******, my thighs teased, open, waiting for the touch of his kiss on swollen desire,
Where his mouth dances warm, moist...and my legs stretch; yielding...consumed, on fire, under fire....





I have crossed into him, merging the hot-melt of seam, woven on the threshold of silence,
Love transcending  flesh as it falls; tumbling , fluttering, beating the air to shift my sighs,
I whisper soft, twining his moan, tasting infinite sweetness, in his spill;
Lost in him, where I will always be.. never questioning why or how,
Just relishing the beauty, delighting in the mystery of US........

Render me hushed in the serenity of
your arms ... wherein my soul lays bare ...
as the soft caress of warm fingertips
against cinnamon skin leaves me
trembling ... where mere words are
silenced within the echo of sighs ...

Quiet me in the cradle of your
whispers ... still my heart in the
overwhelming emotion that is
my love for you ... may the
touch of my hand upon your
lips and the passion in my eyes
convey what words cannot ...

Listen closely, my love ... for
what is the sound of two hearts
that beat as one?



Cast me amongst the agony ... as
upon my heart the Devil rakes a
river of crimson ... as the serpent
slithers and revels in the worship
of my pain ... where my tongue
falls mute upon the tattered wings
that lay at my feet ...

Tethered ... bound to an infinite
ache disguised as the distance
between our hearts ... where
tears from need fall like rain ...
and where my cries from want
are lost within the rumble of
thunder ...

Listen closely, my love ... for what
is the sound of a heart breaking?



Sighs for this want?
Sobs for this need?

Tell me, my love ... what is the sound of
a feeling?

For there are moments when I find
myself on my knees ... hushed ...
and I wonder if these will ever
be enough

Where he calls me...sultry
I am
A silken storm of want
Naked,
In the blush of moon...



Night falls long,
Humid, in the heat of ache
“I want you”
Rushes over me in droplets of
Caress...




His voice
A  pour
Creamy smooth
A slip-slide down
My throat...



His dark touch
Awakened
Beneath my starve,
Craving the sip,
Drowned in swallow...



Thrumming trembles
The quench of thirst
Beneath the swelling tide
Melted
Under silken tongue...



Slipping deeply into wetness
Pulsing raw
Lust surges strings of silk
Primitive and wild...


Where he calls me...sultry
I am......

To be still in one moment
Where two hearts, together make one whole..




Where I bless his eyes
As the dawn caresses the sky, and
Whisper sweet my name against his lips, breathless
Lays my heart-skin, awaiting the drink of his tenderness,
Echoes in the quiet...
Skin sensations pressed soft against
A soft hypnotic night's breath... I hear it carried by the winds...
and I am swept downriver in a maelstrom of memory and ache...




Warm scents musk a timeless aphrodisiac, as
I dream in bare skin, my urgent pulse beating,
Fluttering endlessly...
To the place where he seeks me,
Touching my breath,
Reaching inside my heart to the corners where I breathe,
Pinning me beneath his pleasure
Senseless and nirvanic...




Strummed in the rhythm...
Of slow hands...
Hands warm and seeking, unfolding
Within urgent whispers;
Sacred moments slip into timeless joy;
Where midnight hides behind moon-shadows
Cradling the syllables of our deepest ache,
In the fire that whispers through us...




Breath,
Tangible as a caress...
Tangles in the flow,
Swaying beneath shadows...his smile, the only temptation
I ever needed, wraps tightly around
My nakedness;
There is passion in the way he smiles,
The heavy lids of his yearning eyes gather me into the heart of him,
An endless spiral...piercing my heart...burning my soul...
While whispers tumble
Surrounding me within the sanctity of his emotions
Awaiting the feed of my lips....




Lips swollen and bruised; awaiting
Amatorial sin, pounding aloud,
Warmth spreads, lusting for love, while
Kisses nibble the desires of tomorrow;
Freeing me hot and dewy
Beneath the circles of his tongue,
******* pierced with the ripening ache of warm breath,
A graze of teeth, absorbing the sensation of
A lava heat flow, molten moisture
Upon sinned skin....




The arch of my back
The touch of his fingers...........breathtakingly slow
Pulsing desire through me;
I Lay my mouth down
And prepare a slow dance to traipse hot along cooled
flesh;
Oh how he quiver-throbs!
Moaning my name as his fingers press me firm against him,
Pounding rhythms that mock my heartbeat,
Where the moon finds me arching in the moan of my sighs....





Delicately fierce, his
Fire rages through me,
As whispers plead upon the long, slow,
Wet lick, relentless under
The silent cry of surging tides
And I moan within the scorching growls of his flesh
Whispering incoherent mumblings
Falling against me, to tremble flesh to flesh,
To satiate not the momentary quivering flames,
But all the self and soul of love;




To be still in one moment,
Where two hearts, together make one whole............

A whisper-touch of silk kissing darkness,
A misty haze of paradise, beneath the moon's bathe...


I drift upon his fragrance... lashes bathed in shadows, meeting the hand, that slides my arm;
Fingertips that softly brush the curve of my throat;
And he smiles as I tremble; breathing his whispered desire....in
The sweet of first blush,
Where soft rose tipped lips yearn the sweet taste of him,
I am melted, a whimper-ache
Unraveled
Tumbling into the still of cherish,
Naked under brown eyes deepening, to dark...




My Love,
Expel this breath from my breast,
The breath that was born to inhale your smile,
Translate my body in a braille of your hands,
As I place your fingertips deep in the wet of me,
Slowly moving them across your lips,
Fill me with the breadth of your rhythm;
And coax this purr from the back of my throat,
Slide across these aching *******, your weep-wild ecstasy,
Pulsing deep in vibrant ripples, quivering in the dark, where
My blush beckons your tongue-brush... sheathe me in wet satin ribbons;
As I take you inside, so deep within the intoxication,
Lost in the caress of fingers on skin,
Hands in my hair,
Quiver-claim me,
Taste me
Where the red rose of ecstasy opens her petals to the white moon,
Deep in devoured tender,
Where the rain of something deeper,
Swallows exploration in hollow breaths...



My supple body, an ****** garden of velvet blossoms,
Opening slowly beneath the heated shore of your desire,
Splashed in a gasp of sighs, absorbed in a destiny of shivers,
Arced with unashamed yearn,
As fire bursts once again into soaring flames... the pulse
Of such arrhythmia, timing the beats within my rise and descent;
Bleeding each tender vein along unforgiving rapture;
I bathe in crystal clear waters
Pure as the divine currents we share, drowning so softly in your love;
Primal needs lay me in sweet fields of surrender, as
Midnight plunges into the worship of a passion-breathed breeze
Wielding the strand of flame against silk, lost in the soft,
Precious wind-song of heartbeats, casting shadows that dance to unheard music;
A firestorm between finger’s grip, burning untamed, beneath your skin, where my lips play a searing ache;
Sinuously tautened, your swell lays lush inside the meld of my heat,
Rocking hardness buried in velvet;
We shiver....I shiver, and
The wetted flower burns the shatters of night...



Skin upon skin in the smokey timbre of dripping wishes,
Synergies meet,
Burning dark, sharing breath...
We discover the flame of eternal burn, the promise of always
Across the shiver of yearn, where touches never end,
Where the breath of your heart scatters across my breast,
Where I lay before the blaze of your beautiful tender, finger painting shaded desire,
Along the curve of my thighs.....the cells of my spellbound body
Drenched in the poetry of your rain,
Tasting bonds with flowering tongues;
Joined in this most sacred act,
The merging of souls;
The taste of US, forever feeding your heart and mine;
Pushing deep against nectar's flow, like rainbows stained in milk;
Where thoughts are tethered in searing embrace.........

A sin of darkness, buries silvered waters, where breathing is as tangible as a caress;
The circle turns, unceasing,  around my feral heart,
Unfettered as the tides, where desire ebbs and flows;
Through rainbows, spun with roses, swaying beneath shadows...











Crystals of feathered lace sense his rhythm; like whispers
Drifting past  things I dared not dream,
Clinging to misted breath; cradling me unconditional;
Wrapped in strands of tender, I discover him,
In a sacred place, where cheek meets chest,
And bodies find recognition...











His shadow across satin, the pattern of my emerald draped desire,
Coating my silhouette in a musky promise, cocooned in timeless abandon,
My eyes sing with the gentleness of baby's breath,  lips fill with the softness of rainbows,
Of cloudburst kisses, trailing tenderly from forehead to cheek, to moistened mouth;
His darkness, drinking deep, a black satin desire...














Eyes  of fire, burn my skin, searing into me,
Demands; as heat wraps, twining through me, gazing past absolution
Expressions of want, shine radiance, reflecting need;
My breath brushes against questions held in his eyes,
His murmurs tightly thrusting a foreplay sliding in cushioned madness,
In crescent moons that bleed....

















Fingers encircle, tracing the wet I create, hands grasp tender submission,
My body given, raw, arched, grasping darkness within his eyes,
Rampant...and forbidden, my unwoven breath....shatters
Upon the mastery of his moonlight storm.
A suckle flush against a throbbing womb,
Swept away against passion's throes...















Cradled, in ache, chaos spilt between us in rivers,
Swirling within the scarlet spill, I am strung out,
Like the lights I have found , eternal, in his eyes entranced;
I weep for the beauty he pours, lips bleeding his crimson name;
I touch him, touching me, in the weave of promise, stained upon his smile...............

Born to the night in the cry of wolves,
We are….inked lovers spilling secrets, under velvet skies,
Shrouding the night in silver spools;
The season of silver silence, hangs upon shades of silken soul,
This midnight offering, a white entice;
My hair shimmers brightly, a wet fleece of gold, of shadow and starlight,
And shimmering hues, emerald and sapphire breathe kindred embers into the bellows of passion;
Challenging the flame that burns; entwined....






Whispered intrigue lays in the crescent of moon,
In an eminent blaze of sweetest surrender
Unborn whispers lie entwined with heated petals, silken;
We shiver....I shiver,
I am warm arms embraced;
Your lips hard yet soft against my side,
The feel of flesh warmed to a rising flame...










The long moon steps into midnight;
My *******, full of your hands as candles, pour hard against the ebon fall,

Luscious to the hush of soft smiles
Steeled eloquence flows in ribbon ripples;
Winter sown, blood quilled, in midnights cast;
Cloaked in beautiful, shadow's bed a bouquet of lacy foxglove...














Eyes closed and deep of breath,
Moistness seeps the sugared flower,  and longing surges deep;
Shudder me wicked, drench me quick;
The wildness swirls inside as he moves like a shadow over my heart
His tongue eager to swim the gushing urge;
Touching, slick-slide, the soothe of smooth fingers slip past softness;
Lips cross, moist to moan me quick, sliding to quivers.
Thigh's whispering and heart pounding ,
Soft, the wind blows, tapping walls, fingers dancing
And shadow sways to moonlight...

Velvet-soft, the  sweet of tongue's mesh,
Fire burning,
The tips of breast's aroused by the touch of a slow hand lover;
Your tongue gently rolls, wet and burning hot,
Hungrily, it feeds diving deep, and sandalwood spires upon the malachite air,
And burning murmurs the silent song, pleasures
Your flame to touch me hot, softly hard,
Against the darting quivering rose, stokes sweet, the flame of conjure....















I weep as you strain to slay this huntress of indolent submission;
Descending into darkness, I squirm upon your touch, lifting my altar upon your hunger,
Eyes lost to ecstasy, the flow quickens from abyssal moans;
Overflowing with need, release bound by gold shattered stars
Suckling whispered thoughts;
With us, for us, in us, in dreams, in thoughts, in love
....And in....time my love..................

I inhaled your soul
Sealing it within my heart...




The deepest breath of dusking light
Casts jade upon sienna;
Somewhere..
Somewhere in the stillness,
Comes soft, the echo
Of empowered flight...



Waiting on a raft of cloud
She waits to breathe again...



Her lips retain the memory of a kiss;
Embrace, a warm ghost
Upon satin skin....
And time stands still,
For tender shadows paint
Pearls upon a necklace of hope...



Her wishes cast upon the gateway
A prayer mat where she kneels,
Beacons of an endless shore;
A portal in rippled time,
The bridge awaits.....forever...



She feels the dream as living flesh,
Crested in the stillness
Where the clock chimes rhythm
Against his velvet bed, her heart lies here
Balanced by his breath,
And distance tumbles over wet colours,
Like mauve kisses
Along the soles of an eventual sunrise...



In the harbour of my soul you have always been there
Afloat in the silent breezes of my dreams.......

Moon winds brush across naked skin;
Undo my logic, undo my fear…


A faint eyelash flutter,
A foreplay of glimmers through lids sewn shut;
Resting now, upon faded horizons, where oceans pool,
Along the soft-focus curve of nostalgia;


She loved him....loved him....



Timeless...the liquid silver of his lips;
Soft speaking patterns of his voice, an art form,
Lucid from lips, resting in upturned palms;

She reached for him... reached for him...




He came to her wrapped in poetic words,
A slow flame, igniting the darkness of her mind;
And while whispers gathered on the breeze;
Knew her biblically....

How powerless......distance...




Her body a sparkle shine upon wind swept storms,
Kiss to iris, sun to moon, bathed by
His silken facade, a heavenly release,
Pressed hard against her veins;


Muted prayers upon her tongue...



Led willingly across lush landscapes;
She knelt,
A sacrificial lamb; ivory flesh caressed,
Sweet sensuality, remembered, deep;

Like a kite rising on a sea breeze...



Love...the tender membrane,
A colour brush, shrouded in granite notes and steel chords,
A consummation of prophecy, vignettes of 'forever'
Written between flesh and need;

Loss, has no sound....Only a backwards glance...



She whispered his music,
A memory, a whispered echo, filled with mute pleas
Bitten into prayer pillows,
Marks of teeth left to tell the tale;

She stirs....

To fragile rose stem ribs and the splay
Of "might have been"
Her name carved upon moon winds.........

Love's religion,
A shadow for soft eyelids,
Where milk-skin painted miracles,
A faint dawn upon flesh;
A whisper paled, in the cloud light;
Save me...




...Save me sighs pulsate,
Losing breath in the small of her back,
Where the rose petal clings;
A cradled silhouette,
From yesterday;
Hold me...




....Hold me from a distance; as
Sepia eyes watch silently,
This wingless bird, fallen from a shadowed sky,
Those pallid words,
Bleeding beneath skin
So fragile...




....So fragile....
Her dream milk, burning *******;
A cruel arch of desire,
A fevered dance
Searing the grape of his flesh;
Yet, somehow....




...Somehow...
His heartbeat, a red song,
Whispering words unsaid,
Echoes from the distance
As if it were air;

...As if it were air.......

Spring paled in the glow of soul-light, where
She opened, awaiting the incoming tide, reaching for completion,
A moment stalled between the intake of breath,
A satin tangled sigh, lost, beneath prayers, burning desolate hours.....





Lost shadows, fold into echoes, breathing the essence of lullabies, softly whispering,
Rainbows beyond colours of ache; where sculpted passion,
Spreads petals of dew dampened rose, beckoning the sun; and
Stillness clings to tear stained glisten, awakening the fragile kiss of unborn tomorrows....






She begs morning from a whisper-moon,  heartbeats, filling sighs dripped from her lips;
Her strength brailed-sutures, silence the scars beneath corners of her dream;
Dreams...the granules of heart's truth, the myths of her longing,
Cradled in the pause of unspoken crave....






Southerly winds carry pounding rhythms that mock her heartbeat,
So fragile, aching to touch the light in the distance,
A flame of trust ignited by matchstick whisper-sparks;
Pulled close, becoming airborne, flying through winds of chance;
To find his heartbeat racing beneath her own.....






Love sways in ripples of the river's embrace, beneath a canopy of night-tide,
Soft, the hush of unspoken, understanding, becomes
The inhalation of a kiss, exchanged in the ache of lips whispering,
"Sweet dreams, I love you"
So many miles between my pillow and his......






A wall of distance, steals touch from dreams,
She traces the peripherals of night, resting her heart upon his pillow,
Softly drowning in this unmade bed she lies draped in roses,
Spilling soundless as pink stamens sleep, brushed delicate in,
Timeless moments between the breath of night.......

Moonlight touches indigo,
As I create you once again in
This space, a swathe of cool air
Somewhere between night's breath
And the golden light of dawn...




Naivety wanders through rush-light,
A whisper waiting on a wilderness edge,
A green-eyed moon
Burning hours, like thin fire,
Curves my flesh...yet I am paler than sorrel...




An esoteric beauty, seducing immortal;
A litany of rose colour jewels
Surging, softly spreading
Like feathers, trailing your skin
Breaching the passage of hunger...




I lay upon fevered enchantment
Spilled in murmurs, wrapped and trembling
In the worship of your hands,
Tongue and lips
Whispering passion alive
Melting your flesh to quiver...




I taste the wild honey, captured by
Lips that ache with silent cries,
The sleepless dust, a crystalline prism,
Suspended upon dark velvet
Following the ghost of US.......

Woven inside this dream
Are we one...or maybe two?
Colours cannot move! can they?

Although
Here, in this place, now,
They shimmer, vibrations caress your lips...
My breast
Your thigh
Fingertips..
Of breath...

Touching, stroking tenderly
Saturating shades of vibrancy, leap....dancing
Inside of me, moistoned in and, becoming you
Slipping through the slick slide of your skin
Touching mine
Encircling your heart
Pulsing through my veins...

We meld and share the irridescense,
Held in a fingertip brush
Against my thigh
Tangled in your pen's touch,
Quivering
Speaking in tongues
Words I cannot read, but feel upon my tongue...

Touching yours as we drink....
From surfaces of arch and curve
And we thirst more....
As you yearn for my breath to braid yours,
Exhaling against my body, your essence aches
Speaking in colours
Words heat, then cool skin
And...

We listen to the body
Our tongues taste whispered colours
Your rainbow swells beneath the curve of my leg
Entranced, we gaze beyond eyes
Searching for the deep, delicious.
Hungering for the kiss of distance,
Shimmering in the colours of us...


We mirror and reflect...
Are we one, or maybe two?

Beneath the parasol of midnight
Fate unbuttoned my tear-smeared memory
Brushing the vortex of my heart
With the burn of his blaze
Where the vessel of his arms became my wings
Beyond the veil
Between dreams and awakenings
Where  heart-prints press upon the tissue
Of jasmine swirls
Drenched inside the rise of my heartbeat
The breath of his shadow traces
The pale of my reflection
Knowing I have...fallen
Rustled in night breezes
His windswept covenants of
"I love you's"
Echo the whisper-beat of my heart...
A beacon of essence
Where
Love lies gentle,
Where
Shadow dancers paint vivid
The aqua of blue eyes,
The colour of his syllables
Sky-printing the light from the hues of his sacred embrace....

And in the velvet slide of sighs
Time sways, lost,
Inside
Illusions, where no boundaries exist
Where nothing matters
But all the love that hearts' can share;
Inside soft pillow clouds
We dance
He and i ...
In the gentle embrace of forever...
His warmth,
Cradled gently inside my soul,
Etched upon a moon glistened destiny;
Passion's breath
Feeding upon the flames of love's fire,
Burning in the altar of our universe
He has my love
My heart
My soul
And I will love him until time can never find tomorrow...

Silence slips between breaths;
As a muted Shadow whispers truth upon the breeze...



The curve of a smile,
Warm in the depths of Rose;
The magic of him cloaking me,
Touching light upon this heart,
His voice a tender caress within my soul,
Blending threads of time forgotten,
Of future's yet unseen...





A warm caress encircles, the silk of petals,
Softness
Quivers the shiver-moan;
Curves, a feather against parted lips,
Breathless,
Hesitant...





The pulse-beats erratic,
Waiting…………Yearning,
Tasting epiphany bled from need;
Our murmured promises,
Trickle
Along a tongue bathe of passion's fruit,
Exhaled in whimpered sighs...


TASTE* M*E...




Glimmer-gleam droplets,
Shadow
And hush, while the moon dances softly
Gilded to the Rose;
Dew-swept and hungry, heart raging to
Free the fury pounding...yet I whisper-sigh..

Please...





Wind-swept aches pound my flesh,
Wrapped in the heat of heart-glades;
Release is found,
Empowered of rapture scream,
Where
I take the breath of him as my own..................

I walk, between the rush of  breeze covering
The fields of wheat, green, tall, willowy
And the crush of ache resting,
Inside my heart,
Caressed sighs blown from phantom lips
Raise me, wistfully, to
Linger, in the whispered maybe of tomorrow,
Hushed in my crimson dreams
Captured
Within his arms
Once more
Where...


My languid eyes swim his ocean
To far horizons
Laying across his shore
Painted in the colours of precious ache
I mingle moonlight,to blend ******
Patterns resting upon his skin...my tongue follows a
Tattoed kiss traversing his lean torso
Searing iced breath beneath my moan...
Groaning in his open mouth
My famished breath feeds hungrily...


Spin drifting,
In faded denim...he peels
My curves soft,
Wanton...and
Wears me in heavy sighsssssssss
Exquisite sensations,
Splay me open to
Lay in wicked warmth upon his quiver dampened mouth
Sailing in fevered delerium, upon 'desire's' crest
Trembling
When he pierces the nuance of my crave
My intake of breath his reward
Nectared wetness dripppppppssssss across his lips...


Naked flesh
Tangled
Sinking deeper into darkened silk, my
Spine arched in invitation, a slide against
The drop of hips, night stained
Sweetly
Beckoning tempest's intoxication, in
The primal ****** of quickening
Where he wraps me
Molten, voracious and demanding, driving me
Again and again, breathless whispers
Against torched flesh
Make me his...

Memories whisper-drift
Where
Unrealised dreams
Wait on the edge, and time
Sways anchored inside
The space where nothing matters;
Hearts share a moon glistened destiny,
An intertwined beauty
Holding on tightly, hands clasped in prayer,
Night whispers the beating heart, nestled safely
On horizon's cusp
As rain softly whispers kisses down upon the echoes
Staining each sacred ache,
Petals of silk
Open arms
And
Heartprints collide upon tender;
Shadows of happiness,
Rainbow,
Softest reflections beneath a breath...

He called me his rose...
And I wafted toward his senses
Intoxicating, heady;
Each breath taken deep...
Filling him more with my softly scented perfume
Musky and subdued,
Like silk petals scattered upon
A satin covered bed
Deep dew drenched blooms
Glistening...


He knelt before my hallowed pink altar
Lost in quiver-moan, my hips responded;
Fingers entwined in my hair
Lips pressed gently
Where the heart of my flower
Rests with its nectar cup
Between heaven and bliss;
He tasted my rose petals,
The velvet of his touch...
Mesmerised my mind as
He whispered me to quivered devastation...
Taking my body with whimpered pleasures


The touch of his fingers....
So breathtakingly slow
I watched his mouth devour me
And my hips slithered into rhythm
Against his eager mouth
Escaped moans of ecstasy...
Ravaged me relentless
Slow dancing midnight
Lost in the music of time's shadow....


Whisper-glances reflected
Yesterday's unborn dreams
A lullaby tear-song swayed
In an exhale of heartbeats
My fragile tears,
Awakened in smiles of his touch....
the hush of tenders surrounding us
The sway and ebb upon the waters that
Lay gently at my portal
Filling, endless, this ache lain between my thighs,
My heart-skin, memorizing the tender hardness,
Wanting the ecstasy-glaze again......and again.....

I am
Moon-drift, wreathed among shadowed shrouds,
Lain in grasses woven with scented perennials,
Scattered
To the winds of  rapture,
My sigh
Drifting in ephemeral mists, lost in the midnight silk....


I am
The hush of an everlasting kiss
Remembering;
Skin vulnerable to breeze cradling a fragile heart,
Wrapped
Melting into emerald realms....



I am
Flesh-touch, scorched in the blaze of wildness,
Trembling;
In the breath and lathe upon waiting skin,
Surrendered;
Burnt in the shimmer-gleam of crimson stain....


I am
Unabashed sensual delight,
Primal;
Shimmering in the haze of heat,
Enraptured
In the drown of his tether....


I am
The taste of your flesh on lips
Untamed;
Fevered, in veins that are lost,
Embraced,
As the moon dreams high in darkened silk....


I am
Each suckle of skin burgeoned and pliant,
Whimpering;
Curved, etched wanton,
Drifting
Salacious in sweet release....


I am
Your heart
Curled under my breast,
Immortalized
Adorned in glistening mists of tender-soft
The lover that never leaves.......

A heart's breath away...



You are...
A rainbow, drifting in waterfall dreams,
Pooling in the night, flowing through me like
Moon transcended rain; riding the wind of longing
Across my waiting skin,
Where time is undone and forever is hushed...




You are...
Here,
In every beat of my heart,
Such is the dream of you, whispered into my thoughts,
Close enough to count your pulse-beats
Against my own;
Melting me where I lay, your breath woven through my hair...




You are...
That gentle soft breath of honey, between wake and sleep,
The never born whisper,
The storm that calls to me..
I hear it...It aches in me; It is mine;
I am as bound to it as a wounded bird, longing to fly...



You are...
One, inside my skin,
The pulse-flow running through my veins;
The shiver that teases,
Sliding to dip in a dance of ecstasy,
Between the thighs of unending night....




You are...
The séance of evening,
Your flesh, mouth and tutor;
A sinful sweat formed upon my lips, soaking words
Imbued with gentle breath...
A tangle of moans, laid bare before you...




You are...
Held close, in the knit of my soul,
The ember-glow that burns, a flame ignited
Within each stroke of your tongue;
I open like a flower, inhale me in your need,
Sip me sweet, nectar splashed...




You are...
The tender touch,
The questing mark upon the willing tones of my skin;
Nourishing the enchantment I find, suspended in your arms;
I am here,
As eyes brim, soul-filled to overflow;
Enter me,
Breathe with me, your own... my rise and fall...

Endless....

Together.....

Fulfilled...................­...

I wait for you upon a palette of night sigh’s beneath the silver of starlight
Where the whisper of dream drifts down, soft, as stolen breath,
Caressing me, holding me within the sepia of your eyes;
And we taste the first light of forever...


Spring-awakens blossoms, traced in the dew of thirsty petals
Where I am cradled, sacred, in a lullaby of ribbon-bound rainbows;
Where wind blown whispers, reflect the burn in our eyes
And we taste the first light of forever...


Love is etched in diamond facets of eternity,
Where the satin of fingerprints reach far beyond words, slaying me with silent urgency,
Painting me beautiful, in the breath of your swallow;
Where we taste the first light of forever...


Every shadow-kissed dream, saturates, beneath cascades of moon-spill,
Exposing velvet tremors, as you unbutton the colours of your love,
Melting me in desires blush, falling with silkened sighs into your hands;
Tasting the first light of forever...


I find heaven sipping liquid sin from fountains of your moonshine blaze,
Smouldering deep, within heartbeats, pulsing the metamorphosis of our twin flame,
And I forget how to breathe........if only for a moment....just a moment;
Where we become the first light of forever...


I know, now...I had already held you in unborn memories
where yesterday becomes tomorrow, illuminating the heavens as we twine
Ever always, One breath, One heart, One Soul, falling
Heart-First into the light of Forever....................................

Whispers linger,
Touching soft, a bruised soul;
I am weakness, beneath your fingertip's trace,
Craving the words that abandoned me
In the pause of another time....





Abandoned dreams,
Crumple,
Where wishes lay bleeding upon thorns of
Forgotten promises;
Candle lit moments fade
Into shadows of eternity...





Hands clasp in prayer,
Holding on,
While faith flickers,
Tangled in the corners of my dreams...





Uncertainty flinches in each exhale,
Moistening love's last mirage;
Where I cling,
Cling..
To the edges of your ink;
Verses of me falling silent...





Jade eyes weep,
While words unravel,
And sleep will not grant mere seconds to
Seek comfort and solace;
My parched lips are drenched,
With tears from
An endless well of anguish...




The horizon of my heart
Hushed
Falling into the quiet still of your hands,
Seeking comfort and solace,
In a delicate journey, to find,
To find...
all that is left of me.....


You............................