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A tender clearing in the path

labelledamesansdice:

I once had an…ability
to turn pumiced hearts
into wet convulsing flesh

and there was a time…
this ability, caught the eye
of a jealous God

and one day,
during a meditative walk
along the edges of where
saffron gatherers toil

in where I sought to mediate
with an agony within,

In stealth,
his long arm pierced as
a sabre through the clouds
and he swept me up in one
fell swoop; when the arches
of my feet innocently beheld
the weight of my body

I resisted this attempt,
this strength and need

and in a struggle, in where my
long cherry blossomed kimono
tangled in between my writhing
body and his fingers…I
stumbled out and fell

but time now has passed
and the bruising’s I had
are all but faded

There is a clearing
and I see crocuses
in my dreams…

and now I call to him,
to come for me again

to descend,
as I wish to make life
breathe in love

I do not wish to resist
this God any longer

Almost

kittygory:

I can almost feel you,
Your long, blunt-tipped fingers —
Nails neatly trimmed and clean —
Sliding with a slow and teasing pace
Between the folds,
Playing the little instrument
That pokes her head out from
Beneath her hood.
I can almost feel you,
Your warm, hungry tongue —
Wet and heavy with desire —
Tickling the nerves that live
Between the folds,
Laving the little dancer
That stretches her neck out from
Beneath her hood.
I can almost feel you,
Your hard, hot hands —
Strong and steadily dominant —
Holding my hips firmly, lips
Suckling the little firecracker
Between the folds,
Raising the little rocket
That launches herself up
Beneath her hood.
I can almost feel you,
Your slow, harsh breaths —
Deep, out of all control —
Stuttering, and stoking the explosion
Between the folds
Soaring, gasping, burning up
Beneath her hood.

~ KDB

Copyright 2014

Juice

kittygory:

Incline your ear to the ground.
Can you hear the springs
Flooding the underground wells?
Soon they will burst free,
Carried along by the thunderous
Rush of snowmelt and rain.

Feast your eyes on the flowers.
Can you see the nectar
Zinging through their petals,
Brightening their cheeks
With colors rich and scents bold,
Flavoring the air everywhere?

~ KDB

Copyright 2014

Spring Mating

kittygory:

Lips
Like cherry blossoms
Pout in wanton invitation.

Cheeks
Like color-coded flags
Beckon his hungry eyes.

Birds
Like a symphony
Voice their mating calls.

Blood
Like electric energy
Surges through their veins.

~ KDB

Copyright 2014

kittygory:

celticwarriorpoet:

i touched her clit

she touched my soul

god damn love

pfw 9/13/2014

I licked his slit,

he stole my heart,

hot damn love.

kdb 9/13/2014

kittygory:

celticwarriorpoet:

your thighs squeezed

my head so tight

losing consciousness

with my tongue buried

deep within you…

best sleep i’ve ever had

pfw

9/13/2014

Your hands gripped

my hips so tight,

losing control

with your tongue buried

deep within me…

best orgasm I’ve ever had.

~ KDB

9/13/2014

wordrummager:

staccato rain
plays
my ripened body

moon-ruffled hair
echoes
aria of nightingales

danisplayground:

Just out of reach
Dancing in the darkness
Taunting her grasp
She needed the light
The warmth that comes with it
She reaches in desperation
If she could only bring back the light
The darkness would retreat again.
~ Dani’s Writings ~ 2014

danisplayground:

Just out of reach

Dancing in the darkness

Taunting her grasp

She needed the light

The warmth that comes with it

She reaches in desperation

If she could only bring back the light

The darkness would retreat again.

~ Dani’s Writings ~ 2014

(Source: e-x-c-r-u-c-i-u-s)

I can only offer you my flask

gibsongrand:

I can only offer you my flask
and whisky lips that taste of want.
Let them find us panting
in bus stations
and dirty stairwells
with tongues that drip an ancient honey
and the moisture that pools in the small of your back.

I can only offer you my hand
and greedy tentacles that will part your thighs.
Let them find us gasping
in bathroom stalls
and commuter trains
our fingers glistening with spit and come
with eyes that see only dark corners and opportunity.

I can only offer you my mouth
and whispers that kiss your neck like rain.
Let them find us laughing
in soapy bathtubs
and tangled motel sheets
reciting bedtime stories with lips that smell of sex
familiar as the toothbrush shared by lovers.

I can only offer you my heart
and the secrets recorded on my skin.
Let them find us holding hands
on barstools
and in crowded airports
celebrating a life composed of stolen moments
because that is where love is born.

(c) gibson grand

amorphous

wordrummager:

rushing
why always rushing
he asked
after her shadow
she didn’t dare slow down
not even to explain
fears
of being caught
missing her chance
or being mounted and pinned to a wall

Roused

azraelwrites:

No feral beast has sharper teeth
nor bites with greater greed
than this which has been stirred in me—
this unrepentant need—
and you are right to tremble child,
for it’s on you he’ll feed.

thesensualstarfish:

You’d have been awakened 
By a sheet tent over you
With me 
Being the tent stakes
You being the ground
I’d grind myself into…
-The Sensual Starfish

thesensualstarfish:

You’d have been awakened 

By a sheet tent over you

With me 

Being the tent stakes

You being the ground

I’d grind myself into…

-The Sensual Starfish