#celibacy
And so he slid
Closer to her side,
and although her ***** was ever
so apparent, he did not look down.
He gazed softly into her eyes,
they were entranced with the nostalgic desire to know her better; satisfaction that he was sitting
beside her.
And so she allowed
him to draw near.
Her eyes rested down
at the button on his
lapel.
She was wary of what was to
happen next,
but she could not say that
she would ever refuse him.
And so she looked
UP, edging her eyes
from his lips to his forehead.
She stared into him, sure
of what was to follow.
So he edged
Even closer to her.
Lips growing warmer by the second.
It was clear.
He wanted, to kiss her.
And so he lowered
His head down, and there she laid.
Her Demerara skin sparkling in the night's light,
it's glittering being made her more beautiful than any
woman he had ever seen.
The wind stood still as she gazed into his eyes.
Their affection was heard.
Their desire was palpable.
But still they lay, head side to side.
white cushion beneath their necks.
The sea's scent cascading before them.
And now his hand.
Placed on her cheek.
They understood that this moment could not be what they desired it to be.
And so they pull
Their backs UP and create a space
between themselves.
Their retraction from one another served as
a proclamation of their love.
So now they sit.
Demerara skin and all.
One hand clutched, they gaze into each others eyes
content that they would be all that, until they became.
All that.
Jan 16, 2025
Jan 16, 2025 at 2:33 PM UTC
In the motion of waiting, my inside rot.
In the action of breathing, the air grows hot.
And in the patience of watching fools after fools
None dared to reach and claw on my skin.
To swore off touch aside from the skin my fingers hold.
To swore off hearts aside from mine that beats within me.
I fear I do not crave for human flesh anymore.
I am my own temple and my own worshipper.
Mirthfully to celebrate of choosing to celibate—
The liberation of the hunger that consumes me.
Perhaps, this is the love I was meant to find.
To beat alone in this world filled with others—
Unrhythmically, matching no ones rhythm but my own.
Nov 23, 2024
Nov 23, 2024 at 6:34 AM UTC
Between bed sheets
Flickers of intimacy
Glimpses that there were something more
Tricks of the eyes
I grabbed glasses
I need
moments
years
A Lifetime
You would not provide
Jun 16, 2024
Jun 16, 2024 at 3:06 AM UTC
seems way too complicated
loses lots of something in the translation.
suppose pictures are part of that?
but really?
just wear a hat!
Jul 19, 2022
Jul 19, 2022 at 5:17 PM UTC
My friend's Father,
Who's just that,
Has a Papa Francis.
And her entire congregated family
Won't acknowledge her
Very existence.
How can she communicate.
There's a crack in the crucifix,
And it's splitting, running up the wood,
Past the cruciform,
To the Head.
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 6:15 PM UTC
Disheveled I crawl through a tunnel of my past over crumpled sheets and pillows of one man's bed, then the next, then the next and just when I think it will never end, there she lay atop a bed of orange peels and poppies, my Gemini twin, creeping grin, contagious we're vibing. Im glad there isn't a man here in dreamland tonight cuz I'm just really feelin myself.
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 12:59 AM UTC
i saw you but once
it wasn't love
just sheer curiosity
and i was peaked
about to take a deep
eternal vow to remain clean
and you were the last of desire
i'd seen
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 3:13 AM UTC
~Christi Michaels~April 2015~
●~°~♢●⊙●♢~°~●
I remember Love
a melding complete and fine
intimacy both ******
a union fulfilling~Divine
knew what defined forever
understood magic shared
held each day with tenderness
palpable how much We cared
I remember being satisfied
feeling soft deep down deep
believing You and Me
described the meaning complete
knew what defined forever
understood magic shared
held each day with tenderness
palpable how much We cared
yes I remember Love
feeling soft deep down deep
A melding complete and fine
knew what defined forever
a union, complete~Divine
~●~♢~●°●⊙●°●~♢~●~
Copyright © 2015 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved.
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 2:56 PM UTC
I'm looking forward to the kisses that trace along my skin
lips kissing lips, tongue breaking skin
but then again, I could be getting a little to used to this whole celibacy thing
the idea that I have become one with myself, taking the time to get to know me again
but nothing could compare to what I have learned to conjure up deep within
the urges for affection
a good cuddle when it's all over
the arms of a man and his scent better than a blanket to cover
but the constant urges to touch
to feel
the need to be relieved of the stress
that need to have that loneliness healed
no worries about if I'm his one and only
if there is potential beyond today for love
just me, my thoughts, and perhaps a strong toy when it all becomes a bit too much
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 11:03 AM UTC