You have always been a galaxy to me, seen as a beautiful mystery from afar,named and catalogued by guesswork but never truly explored before. And when pulled into this orbit, there can't really be any return, any mortal that has...
poem
Passion’s Tempest
"Lustful thoughts..."
You've left my mind in a daze, you've captured my lustful gaze. There's so much I want to know, nothing I don't want to show. Want to find all the places, that make you hot and breathless. To trace the...
The air is delectable with your fragrance,a nectar's mist that draws me closer to your tingling curves and planes.This is before we sizzle,when your scent teases,leaves me hungry with intention,with eyes tracing patient flesh,swollen petals that ache to flood. But...
The late night reflected off of your eyes,soft lanterns to lead us through the darkto embraces that could hum in our veins,they're really tiny oceans and rivers and you hold full sway over the tides.It scares me to think that...
Piercing the heart goes much deeper than slipping into your body,there are endless depths there to show,if you are all skin wrapped around bone,I'm the marrow filling each gulf,the synapses translating billions of signals.Some are fragile whispers to coax youbut...
The Other Familiar
"One last companion piece, this time for my second Lush poem"
My touch once turned you to stone,folded the intricate universewithin you when longing couldn't keep me here anymore.I still read your pages by candlelight to see if the words revealed more to you,golden glows flicker against inkthat may as well...
Marked Again
"A companion piece to my first poem published on Lush."
I wonder if you still feel me inside,if the winter traced along and marked your being as it did minebecause certain threads still remainThat convinced me our limbs could curl and spiral together,your frame indistinguishable from my own,never to part...
Every little precise flick stills me, paralyzed from the soft feather touch of your hot hungry tongue. It's a teasing dance every time, the choreography is subtle one moment, deliberate and unrelenting the next, but I know to remain still....