livening…

lacing of fingers

images of you

coursing my veins

pulse propulsions

chain reactions

feeling very piece of you

snaking me

you smell like honey and dew

and the sweet kissing of petals

heaving against my chest

cleave unto me

this tower rising of ache and moan

reaching for my throat

come draw it out of me

collapse me

come live as we breathe

feminine stars…

If you only knew the length of my longing

the grip of flesh and sin

when I think of you pushing

waging war against my skin

do you ever feel the heaviness of my breath

aflame and longing

imagine the sighs

with the subtle opening of thighs

honey comb of salted silk

waiting for your tongue

a dwelling place

a sacred design

this feminine war and peace

sword and your pillow

a starfield desire

a divine love

 

 

 

in waiting…

This privacy I escape to

where my words lay in hidden fields

I wish it to be more obscure

find you here lingering

yet you have other ventures

other avenues to explore

other means to entertain you

but I still desire your beauty

those few precious words you have written

to go back and read them?

my god you have me stunned in awe consistantly

I wish to ascend to you

to lay at your feet

in reverence

but its selfish of me

my want

my needs

taking breath from you

waiting to fill me

should we end what hasn’t begun

cleave to each other having never met

it was a few words exchanged

that have now turned into many

a place no one enters

except we

I love it there

do you?

a sweet wine

savoring red droplets

yet flowed

lips meant to press

our eagerness must give way to time and patience

we frame uncertainty with a 1/2 plan

and ever so gently

is it love

in waiting…

taste like silk…

Another one of my drafts…I believe this poem is posted on my other blog but differently written. I highly attracted to the idea of being lost inside a lover…and what is it that draws me to the ways of the Japanese… Stunning & beautiful 

I found you
in the folds
of my kimono
entangled in my silk threading
we stayed wrapped awhile
among midnighted splendor
drank in the burn of saki
and sensuous poetry
my hair unwound 
and unclipped
fanned the expanse of your chest
as you wrote your love
inside the delicacy of my wrist
with oils and charcoal
and the scent of you
watching it soak into my skin
reminding us of the softness
of wind swept scents of the 
the cherry blossom trees
the feathered edges of color
mesmerized by your mouth
you tasted like silk
like every word I could love…
before I died a lover’s death