Remember that pumpkin field
under the harvest moon
where we lay in the coolness of the night?
A beatle crawled around my ankle
while your fingers gliding between my longing
landed in a fire
ignited by our stardust kisses.
The shallow field matched our breaths.
The rough skin of the pumpkin fruits
reminded me of your raw passion
overcame the smoothness of my skin.
Tag: passion
Beach Bliss
This is a collaboration between Bree and Cassa. It’s so much fun to write with a fellow Aussie. Check out Bree’s blog for more of her mystery Secret Thoughts Within.
Let me be the sea breeze caress your sun bleached hair
My urging breath dances on your bronzing shoulders and coats your lips with a crystalline salty kiss
Let me be the fine sand between your thighs like a wayward soul seeking paradise
I’ll warm up your skin to bring a pink blush to your cheeks as I explore every inch of your summer soaked body
It's the Pacific sun burning my mind
You are making me hungry, thirsty and possessive
I become a predator roaming for my prey till twilight
Let me overtake your senses with my crashing passion as the moon pulls in the tide
My every neuron charging along the ebb and flow of your sinew body
Breaking into your veins and crevices over and over till eternity
The night owl hides in the blackwood
The moon blushes into wattle flakes
Our naked souls lace in the orange sand
The waves blossom into our ferocious moans as we drift into a blissful trance
Indecent
This is a collaborative piece by Bree and Cassa. Do check out Bree’s blog Secret Thoughts Within for more of her wonder.
My love for you is indecent it doesn’t fit neatly into the mould I am an outlier in every book of sin No amount of purity resists my passion Offer me your vigour and I will return it ten-fold You have never known a love like mine I’m a wildfire and raging storm Come! Count me in Let me be your intoxication and Sunday regret We’ll be each other’s forbidden fruit and feast on a love so indecent
Pleasure
the scream
doesn’t justify
the pleasure
you give me
the scream
ends in
hoarse exhaustion
the pleasure
rolls towards
the shore
wave
after
wave
Magnetic pull
I was thrown from the pedestal
to the cold floor
scattered about like
a pile of tempered pins
My mind rushed to all directions
attempted to secure a clearance
pleaded for calm and still respite
You showed up
like a magnetic field
allowed the space and silence
pulled my head straight
towards you
my being reunited before
I made the final dash to you
Our hands and feet
foreheads and noses
lips and chins
mountains and valleys
all intertwined in
the voltex of
magnetic pull
IV – Kiss Collection
Cinnamon kisses are sweet at dawn
after an exotic night play
The remnant of the tangled souls
swirls like earthy warm smoke
infuses the haze cool morning
Final breath
If you would ever know
my deepest desire
to have you relentlessly
The post passion ignited combustion
restlessly unsettled
swirled its way to the pilot light
adrenaline fueled exhausion
forged ahead to final explosion
into crimson chaos
My soul swaying the brush strokes
fashioning a pair of red dust dolls
in the purest form of creation
Selah
It is done!
Behind the giggles
Sulphurous fumes bubbling up hot springs
Pressure cooker letting out scorching steam
Our giggles channeling burning needs
Awakening
Your fingers leaving burn marks
then kissing them off
one by one
Set me on fire
burning us to ashes
rebirth again
new for the dawn
Bring on the new buds
pulling the heartstrings
play me like a symphony
pleasing to Amor
Bloom
peeling off petals
one by one
falling
fragrance scattering
intoxicating all senses
The body once a wasteland
slowly soaking up the dewdrops
trickle to a stream
a river
a sea
a tsunami
Flicker of Thoughts 