Warm breath,
like an electric current.
Blue sparks dancing
across my skin.
hands buried deep
in my hair,
lips hover over mine.
Breathe me to life.
Anticipation
coils in my gut,
a snake ready to strike.
Friday, July 10, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Monday, February 9, 2009
The oppressive heat
of your stare
hits me
through your
sea glass eyes.
A slow burn
creeping through
my core.
You hands sweeping
down my neck
across my collar bone.
Fingers leaving
a trail of fire
in their wake.
Reaching up
gently sweeping
my tongue
up your jawline
gently biting your ear.
Your tongue, your teeth
grazing my neck
to my breasts,
fingers exploring,
nothing left undiscovered.
Opening myself,
taking you in,
all of you.
Moving in sync,
rhythmically,
taking me higher,
the universe explodes.
Collapsing together.
Slick with sweat.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
12-24-8
The gypsy woman
combs her hair
and sings a
haunting tune.
Of tragic lovers,
love and loss,
moonlit walks,
and grasping hands.
The gypsy woman
sang of their
raging love.
Their passionate
highs and bitter lows.
Jealousy and betrayal
plagued their love.
In the heat of passion
one lover murdered
another.
The gypsy woman
combs her hair
and sings a haunting
tune.
She never forgets
the tragic lovers doom.
combs her hair
and sings a
haunting tune.
Of tragic lovers,
love and loss,
moonlit walks,
and grasping hands.
The gypsy woman
sang of their
raging love.
Their passionate
highs and bitter lows.
Jealousy and betrayal
plagued their love.
In the heat of passion
one lover murdered
another.
The gypsy woman
combs her hair
and sings a haunting
tune.
She never forgets
the tragic lovers doom.
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