Penny Kisses

there is a sonnet
of torture
in the hours
spent away
from the ferrel
heat
of your gaze
the thrumming trill
in my skin
when the absence
breaks
and your fingers
fit like lock
and key
between mine
my nerves grow
electric
as your pale eyes
drink me in
and that one
cocky brow
does it’s comical dance
for my
amusement
but nothing consumes me
like your skin
in the dark
your body pressed
against me
your hands playing
new chords
along my greedy
flesh
stealing my wit
breath
and pleasure
until I’m left
with
nothing to
give
but penny kisses
and the cheap
promise
of a new song
tomorrow
and
always

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Melody

https://www.deviantart.com/art/Under-A-Full-Moon-s-Canopy-151631032

the song is strung from the rafters
harmonies hung in
curtains that brush my skin
as I dance beneath
their weight
it is the dash of moonlight
that stings my eyes
he knows, that wise
beautiful moon
he sees all and hears everything
even my damning thoughts
but if I cling
tether myself beneath this
canopy of life’s simple
sounds
bask inside the swell
of a symphony of
family
perhaps this game
of hide
and seek
can continue
maybe I can evade
his violent gaze
and dance
to my melody
another
day
turn it up
louder than my fear
and watch me
escape
myself

Burning

Flame of Lust by cygon via DeviantArt.com

Pressed against you
Pale, supple softness against
Hot, dark, rigid heft
I am small, pliable, vulnerable
Stretched and shaped
For your pleasure
My want knows no limit
Beyond
The fear that
Flickers behind my eyes as
Broad, rough hands
Circle
Delicate wrists
Binding me
Without bondage
Sniffing and growling
Like a beast with his prey
I search the eyes of a man
Burning with anticipation
As I find myself crushed
By an animal instead
I could plead for gentility
But I want the
Glowing
Virile
Overheated
Rage
Of your lust
I long to be burned
To pieces
And
Put back together
By desire so heady
It is almost insane
Rip me to shreds
Sweet beast
Toss me into the
Fire of your love
Wrapped in
Lace
And reverence
Then watch me
Step from your bed
Charred forever
Changed completely
Just promise
Not
To leave
Any little part
Behind

Hands in my hair

Don't cry, little girl. by laura-makabresku via DeviantArt.com
Don’t cry, little girl. by laura-makabresku via DeviantArt.com

I stand, staring at you.
Punishing you with my eyes.

But I cannot look directly at you, not for long.

My fingers betray me, reaching out to you. To rake softly through that lovely beard. To skim tenderly over those sweet lips. To magnetize you, so desperate to wake the beast within.

So he might fight with me.
So he might frighten me.
So he might fuck me.

You stand motionless. Frozen. Like a dream.

My mind and heart, they’re arguing. Fighting the facts, and memorizing the ache that bears your name. That hurt fuels my magic and beckons me to look up. Look again. Look at you.

I swim in the crystal depth of those pale, sad eyes.

My mind quiets,
My heart stops,
My body lightens…
And I feel

Your hands in my hair.
Where they are meant to be.

Your breath on my skin.
Where it is meant to be.

Your lips on my forehead.
Where they are meant to be.

Your hands.

In my hair.

Where they were meant to be, all along.