I never cried for you. You knew me the best, the ache that always flared when I slept the wrong way, your soft hands would find it, body draped and spooned to mine as a living thermal blanket. You'd quietly...
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I can feel it, we cycle through endless power shifts. Like tectonic plates deep below the skin, commanding our bones, your tremors are slow at first. They are a warning, a silent parting that invites me inside, tilts our frail...
Twisted Pleasure
"Ballerina does the splits, enjoys the attention"
Arthur's girl was as pretty as a pearl She would spin and twirlLeave his mind in a whirl In their bed, it was saidWith her legs widespreadTo the edges of the bedShe'd corkscrew him off his head
You want me to tell you everything,I won't speak of some memories,it should be more than enoughthat I sensed another world in you,accents of another atmosphere.If you think I'm only predatoryor merely a misguided romantic,you don't know the first thing...
Inseparable as a candelabra and wax,we reshape ourselves with each blaze,our insides simmer as we fumble to meet, to find the place where a touch told entire stories. Each question your flesh asked, the pressure of my tongue repliedto the...
You don't know whatyou do to me. Your tongue was like warm rain caressing the earth's unique shape, I've always been waitingfor such a storm. Silk threads brush my facewhen you lean in, any quiet space aching is brought to...
I wasn't the one you werewaiting for by the window,a glass of wine in hand each night,the same song playing in your head,the one about never dancing again.I heard nothing but the rain that night.Watching you mouth the words,the silent...
I cannot reassemble us alone,All the gifts remain unanswered, latitude and longitude have split this blossom.These waters will carry meback to where a torch was first lit.All the signals flow into me onceI reach this haven's deepest vein,where we are...
I felt you move right through meto disavow my heart once, beating with a rage that time cannot uncouple. Miming what motions we believe make love, what language unpeels the forgotten cryof where we begin and then end in whispers,...
Our urgent skin mingled together,a flash of violet and whiteflashed across the sky,danced along your intricate formas we began to reach out.Our hands were so uncertain then,hearts booming in tune with thunder,muffling the very first gaspwe ever shared together.I wanted...