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Desire...
Power of words

Entering in the late hour
The web is woven seductively
Slowly entrapping me
No reaosnable request denied
Owning only words
I crave the poison
Desires unfullfilled
Needs not met
Capable of completion
Slipping through my fingers
Only found in dreams
Temptation

Bright light
burning the eyes

White heat
smoldering the skin

Ashes of spent passion
scarring the soul
Inevitabilty

In the bitter cold
lines are clearly drawn
In the consuming fire
they blur and melt away

Lying in wait
the need takes ahold
Defenseless against its power
submission is inevitable

Flames ingite the embers
Whispers of words
intensify the fire's blaze
Gratification hurriedly realized

The cold rays of dawn
come without warning
Bringing morning's first dew
The fire slowly succumbs

leaving sodden ashes to its memory
The Dance

We need neither the hindrances of modesty or our clothes
You come to me in the silence of night
I hear the quickeing of your breath in anticipation
The faint scent of power radiates
I surrender to my wanting for you
You slowly enter and take me away
To a world only you and I know
We dance to distant melodies
The motions of the journey are neverending
Pleasure, sweet and pure
We blissfully reach the end of reality
Your energy overwhelming
Bodies molding from the sweat of uncomplicated labor
Heat fills, brimming and burning
The dance ends as we lay in the stillness of our sin

Wicked Peach

mysterious,
seductive,
captivating,
unfathomable beauty.
tempting and forbidden.
sweet, cloying perfume
lingering in the breeze.
tracing its form,
supple and yielding
to the touch.
sinuous juices
moisten the lips.
delicious nectar
quenches the hunger.
satiated and spent,
poison slowly takes a hold.
Unfinished passion

erotic temptation unrestrained from the trivial notions of time

the world disappears

radiant stars, the only witness to this dance

the bitter cold of night, a loving companion to this fire

the intense labor of passion, an endless vow to these encounters

sweet intoxication, uncomplicated for a brief moment in time
Please

Let me be your guide
Stroking my hand slowly

Kissing
Clawing
A tug on my hair

Let me rule you now
Exploring your crest

Trailing
Teasing
A plea for pleasure

Let me take you in
Pursing my lips as you enter

Twirling
Swirling
A flick of the tongue

Let me make you come
Swallowing you whole
My love
come to me love
when you are able
I will be here love
waiting patiently

kiss me deeply  love
trace my lips with yours
I want to taste you love
as our tongues entwine

touch my skin love
set my world ablaze
I ache for you love
as you begin to explore

enter me my love
I am yours to take
Dive in deeper love
and make me come
Hidden Desire
oh what a day it would be
to shed this skin
and step into your world
to revel in our sin

how nice it would be
to turn away from time
and fall towards your arms
to treasure this crime

what a night it would be
to surrender to the desire
and allow you to enter
to succumb to the fire
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