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Concupiscent Callings – #poetry #SeptemberWriting

30 Sunday Sep 2018

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Her thoughts, most lascivious, in every way

Lips, red as cherry wine, prominently, on display

Body, laid perfectly, on a feathered bed

While concupiscent callings filled her head

Alone in the room, she impatiently waited

No aphrodisiac could have kept her sedated

Quietly, he entered, his scent filled the room

He knew her lust for him, would be her doom

 

September Writing Prompt – Concupiscent callings – Day 30/30 – Another month is over! It went so fast!!

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A Minor Addiction ~ #RomanticTuesday #poetry #freeverse

08 Tuesday Aug 2017

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A minor addiction

One that heightens the nerves

And stimulates the body

Palpitations of the heart

In maximum overdrive

Until you can’t breathe

And you’re gasping for air

A minor addiction

Mirrored only by another

With the same wants

And the same needs

A lust for the fast lane

While driving in the slow

Riding through the highs

Never letting go

A minor addiction

You and me

 

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In the Dark ~ #RomanticTuesday #poetry of #love

27 Tuesday Dec 2016

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The flame still flickers, as the wax does burn

Seeing your reflection, my heart does yearn

For the caress of your hands, against my skin

Igniting the fire, we’ve held deep within

Melting the candle, til it’s only a spark

Breathlessly possessing, me, and the dark

 

 

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Until Night Fell – #RomanticTuesday #100WordStories

20 Tuesday Sep 2016

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Their eyes locked, a clandestine meeting of two hearts. She looked away, but he could not. She could feel the fire of his stare, salacious, as he took in her beauty. She felt her cheeks flush, her body, all sensation, the longing for his touch, and his lips upon hers. She could bare the heat no longer, the aching need to lose herself from the inferno building inside her. Writhing, twisting and turning, she finally released herself from the tangled mass of sheet and blanket. Tearing them off her, bathed in sweat, she was finally free. Until night fell again.

 

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