Yours to free

My soul is on fire by Julie-de-Waroquier
My soul is on fire by Julie-de-Waroquier via DeviantArt.com

fingers bringing life
to my skin
tangled hair
coercing a response
where words have
no grip
free my soul
from its cage
locked down by
obligation and duty
hold it tightly
in the dark as
it fills with
light
and
purpose
these flat letters
cannot compete
with your touch
but let me try
so that you
might feel the fire
in my love
aching to burn
through us as
you take
what is
yours
hear my breath
holding my secrets
make me give them to you
without tears
without words
steal them as you’ve
stolen my heart
in countless
kisses and strokes
that bind me to
this reality but
set my soul ablaze
there is no shame
in my flames
only in extinguishing them
tell me again
over and over
until you have
no voice to do so
I am yours
yours for eternity
only set me free
so that I might
fly
to do
your bidding

Alight

Golden Ray by ElenaLight
Golden Ray by ElenaLight via DeviantArt.com

An idea sparking on
Through the hazy
Wavering fog of
Doubt, guilt, darkness
The light, so warm
It consumes me
I am fuel for something
Greater, better
A chemical burning
Phosphorescent
Within the safety
Of his grip
My wicked lust
Fanned by his breath
As he protects the
Flame
With both hands
It is irony
The most simple form
Of God’s humor
That I should be
Held delicately within
His security
Feeling a pleasure
Incomparable
To the dark
Wilderness
I’d stolen away to
Before
He rescued me
But now, watched
Carefully
And protected by
Our bubble
I am free to burn
As his will closes
Around me
Tightly
Healing me
Right down
To my
Scars

lucky

night crosses out the day
gifting me the warm
safety of you
tighter, please
hold fast
do not be detoured
by my softness
your firm grip
molding my mind
more than my flesh
that strength cancels out
the noise inside
demons rise
in the dark
but possess no magic
to fight against
your command
within this embrace
I bid them
goodnight
as I dissolve, liquid and dust
against you
within the whisper
of your breath
free to be
the luckiest
girl
alive.

 

Beast

Grizzly bear ROAR by eidolic

It was my hunt
a quest
to tame the rage filled
bear
coax him into
the warm, soft haven
of my mouth
to taste with
ravenous hunger
the far edges
of my bravery
and desire
when this beast
laps sweetly
at the honey
between my quivering
thighs
it is then that I take
my prey
captured
within the net of
my passion
and in return
I am
conquered
completely
ripped to shreds
then pieced
together
in loving renewal
made better
and more whole
by the healing balm
of keening kisses
and rough,
raping
snuggles
from
my precious
beast

 

Image: Grizzly bear ROAR by eidolic

third

He guides me
my commander and
collaborator
coaxing the engine within
until it churns with the
mechanical velocity of
rage
fiercely generating a heat
that threatens to consume
not just me
but all of Us
His hands
slow mine
teaching, training
painful pleasure amplified
by anticipation

left to my own devices
my impatience
the reckless ache
of my need
might rip her to
pieces
but bound against my
eager exploration
He controls us both

His whispers in my ear
instructions
which somehow slow my blood
but roar through me
like a freight train
vibrations that pass
through us
both
and reverberate
out
like the hot
stinging
flush
on her body

pressed into her
by Him
filled to an
unimaginable depth
I find My Power
beneath the
forceful demanding presence of
His
and sandwiched
between
D and s
I explore the rich
intoxicating
fullness
of being
wanted by both

of being
the undefinable
third

Lunar

image
http://www.deviantart.com/art/moon-34321798

Crack open the moon
You’ll find me
Inside
Rubbing the glitter
Of twilight
Into my lips
Combing the shades
Of sunset
From my fur
Dancing to
The song of the
Crickets and frogs
In the grasses
Of lunar ecstacy
Find me
But leave my
Broken moon
Come rescue
This grey girl
From the cold
Hard loneliness
Of winter nights
Howling in the
Dark, or
Frosty spring mornings
Shivering in the
Mist
Let us walk along
The edge of reason
The shores of logic
The bridges over
Rationality
Until
The sultry purple
Sky of dusk
Reminds us
That
Tomorrow
Always comes
And the future
Could be
Far brighter
Than
That feral feeding
Orb
We call
Our moon

No you

No fingertips sliding over my skin this morning
No palms smoothing, admiring, awakening my curves
No breath at my ear, raising chills across my neck
No whispers of my dreams or your wonderings
No lips kissing away the ache
No tickles, or giggles, or squirming away as you chase me
No hand to hold while we wander or find adventure
No arm to wrap around me, to hold me, to keep me, to make me
No body to curl myself into in desperate moments like this, when I need it… when I need you

No touch to quell the loneliness
Loneliness that’s undiminished by a crowd of interest or the beauty of a constant and relentless life

I’m lonely for you.
Yes, you
Only you

I have
No you

http://mjagiellicz.deviantart.com/art/Lonely-morning-137991283
Lonely Morning by mjagiellicz via DeviantArt.com