Tag: lust

New passion

Newly met

Learning yet

Thunder rumbles

Lightening strikes

Nerve endings raw

Pouring down wild and wet

Getting  ready getting set
Unexpected newly directed

Thoroughly affected

Passion takes hold unrestrained

Nothing about this can be tamed

Mind pictures set the flames

Until the lust peaks and wanes

The forbidden

Where the  forbidden is hidden, the urges 

are strong,  adding layers to our escalating pastiche,

We want them, we crave them, our excitement surges,

 We salivate, normality is breached.

The added excitement of secrecy sung,

Makes the pleasure and conquest  more sweet,

With barely a touch the soaring has sprung,

The explosion comes quicker, the intensity complete.

All without touching, my sweet cyber lover,

Through pictures and words, we are undone,

We pour all our yearnings into things undiscovered,

We are solo, but together as one.
Sharing a window suspended in time,

 Forbidden, but doesn’t feel like a crime. 

Tidal Wave

Touch

               Zing

tidal wave

Ride 

                         Atop 

breathless, crave

Swept away

                        Into 

the  Sky 

Feet Never

                     Touch

the ground

Touch

              Zing

Tidal Wave
Meld

           Contract

still amazed.

                  

The dit dah of life

The dit dah, dit dah 

of his life,

Morse​ code,

 Flashing lamp,

 Programming 

breaking 

                 lines

The patterns of disordered

 Strife.

Hand held out,

Grasping,

Momentary gratification,

Plucked fruit

spoilt

            by handling

He acts without doubt.
The boom, boom of life,

Ego bursting, high octane

            chase,

He teeters,

   Understanding

        self

            gratification,

Halflife.
Does he see her worth,

Or as a notch

                in the belt ,

Should he climb 

the ladder,

To reach a

                higher shelf,

Reimburse.
Is it her, this bright spark,

Is she the one

                 to tame,

Or will  she be the one

                    to cast her spell?

Hunter

    hunted

Left in the dark.

The dit dah, dit dah 

of  his  life,

Morse​ code,

 Flashing lamp,

 programming 

breaking 

                 lines,

The patterns of disordered

Strife.
Will illumination strike,

Or will he,

Stumble

      sexily 

          sated

Oblivious to love

In the shallow pool

Of apeptite.

Flying High

We are the makers of our fantasies

Flying high, bandits at Ten o Clock

Bullets ripping into the fuselage 

tearing, burning causing 

Sensations to build , magnify

Words and pictures travelling through the ether

 

Leading us towards  wildness – this

aerial ballet ,as we jockey for position

Who will lead, who will follow, who 

will land the killing blow?

Lines drawn opposing teams

Victor – versus –  Vanquished

 

Pain

Suffused

Ecstasy

Fanning the flames of heaven or

hell

Gnawing

Grinding 

Glorification

Where is the truce?

 

 

Bleeding from myriad wounds

I fly ,still demonstrating strength

and sensuality 

My fuselage shot to pieces

I leap into the void

Have you the strength to hold me

 

Dangling

On the 

Precipice

Will we tumble together

in unison

Shafted

Saturated

Sated

Hold the Connection –

 

 

We are the makers of our fantasies

Flying high, bandits at Ten o Clock

Bullets ripping into the fuselage 

Tearing, burning causing sensations

to build , magnify

Words and pictures travelling through the ether
 

Love

Lust

Love

 

 

 

Attracted


I am attracted to you, like a moth to a flame

Attracted to your beacon, am I flying in a game

I am attracted to your light, might it be the pheromones

I feel you so close my whole being responds

Even when you are far away

I let my essence free

So it can move towards you, a real devotee

I visualise us dancing dreamily

Maybe a touch indecently

As our spirits intertwine

Mirroring our meetings 

During freedoms

Down the line

I am attracted to your light, would you could be mine