Haiku Triplette I ~ Don’t Keep Me Waiting

From Eclectic Unconfined

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Perversity In Poetry

I’ve tried to write this so many times, fingers are willing but the mind declines

To open up this locked place inside of me, seems to be the height of perversity

Laid bare once again, will I fall apart? Can I endure the pain of my own beating heart?

Words tease my thoughts in fragments, images torture my body in their completeness

The unfairness of it all assails me again, that even in “death” you can transcend

My every wall, my anger, tears, angry fists; with just your gentle eyes, a brush of kiss

Don’t do it! Don’t make me feel! I DO NOT WANT TO FEEL!!

I have chosen to be frozen. I choose to not speak the words. I don’t speak them, I don’t write them anymore. My eyes skitter away from them in the works of others. I have had success in chasing them from my thoughts and from my memories. Frozen. Unfeeling.

Safe in this cocoon of pseudo-chastity. Safe in euphemisms and bland phrases of sanitized poetry.
Safe.
At least until this morning, when I woke and you were next to me.

I did not give you permission to invade my home, my heart, my head and I’m quite certain that I let you know you’re not welcome in my bed. Poetry… More poetry… My Wildman Poet is here with me.

You speak my body in words it knows and I feel reserve melting… the words… dance on the tip of my tongue… dare I write them here to be seen by anyone?

How perfectly ridiculous, how utterly perverse
That my Muse is ever with me, in “death” still haunts my every verse

Cradled in your arms, the warmth of your breath on my neck. One big hand drapes my body and cups my breast. Your thighs hug the back of mine, cold from the night air still, your semi gently insisting, warming… this body is melting… from the inside out… I warm as quickly as ever. Even in sleep, I’m amazed that the tickle of your beard at the back of my neck is so soft… and thoughts explode at contrasts of heat and cold, softness and strength… liquid silk and your tongue… I… don’t… want… to… feel… but I do. How you marvel at my small feet and worship the backs of my knees. How you bend me to your will and my only coherent word is “please”.

My hands and fingers know every angle of you, your broad shoulders, slim hips, the slick feel of our mingled sweat on your belly and thighs… do that again… that sound… that growl… when I pull your hair and catch your lip in my teeth… bourbon and Marlboros… liquid courage… Say my name… like that… like a cry… a command… a sigh. Handle me, make me, take me… and this… just this… my arse pressed against your hips… the sweetest slip… my hands pinned in yours… hours… hours… Passion, power, a battle fought and lost and I revel in my relinquishing… A raging volcano manifested in the arctic wasteland that was my body scant hours ago. Rescued from the Pompeiian stone that enveloped me when you went away… finally falling, drifting… back to sleep.

Waking to stare at this wraith on my pillow. The curve of your lip, the scent of you on my skin, your dark hair in tousled waves on my pillow. A wraith, a ghost and yet not… I can taste the salty spill of you in my mouth still and I am sore and spent, sated.

A willing prisoner to the memory of

You.

~ kei
8 April 2015

Originally posted on “Eclectic Unconfined”

Remind Me

I miss you so much sometimes…

You know, I can hardly write here anymore. You’ve spoiled me for any other man. I can’t – no – don’t want to write what is not. The irony isn’t lost on me. Nor you I suppose. Wherever it is that you are now.

Funny how anger can lose its razor-sharp edges over time. Almost a year now Baby.

Baby…

That name slips off my tongue so easily. I hear it in your voice though. Bourbon and Marlboros, whispering over golden wheat fields.

And oh God – if there is such a thing – how I miss you when I hear the kiss of your voice against my ear. “Baby”, growled soft and low as you stand behind me, running your huge hands down my arms, stooped to reach the shell of my ear. I’ve never felt so safe and yet so bereft in my life as I do now.

I feel you everywhere.

You tattooed yourself onto my skin. Words, kisses, sweat, spit, cum… You wrote yourself onto my body, into my heart and soul. Wrenched out by the madness in your own and yet… here I am now.

Craving yet the smoothness of your skin, the long sinewy muscles of your thighs, thrumming under my fingertips, my lips, my tongue. Aching for those huge hands to run down my back, cup my ass and pull me close to you.

Whisper please… whisper again how much you love me. Tell me everything will be okay again someday.

For my desire is nothing but winter. My body cold and frozen, ice in my veins and a howling blizzard in my heart. All that remains of you, me, the fire of we.

Is this tiny spark.

This contained flame, this tip of your cigarette as you stub it out and once again pull me to you.

“You’re mine Kiddo. Always. Don’t forget me. Promise me Karin. Don’t forget me.”

As if I ever could.

~ kei
7 January 2015
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Shivers Butt Squeeze

Mastered II

I am a lion tamer

As I pad softly from the bedroom
Clad in my uniform of a French pedicure
And his blue, button-down oxford
Dropped on the floor just moments ago
Still faintly warm, infused with scent
Cypress, sandalwood and bergamot
Enticing, inciting, fortifying my courage

Stepping into the hushed light
Steamy air, charged atmosphere
He growls in distemper
Another day in the jungle
I draw near, no fear
Control is mine in the moment
A firm hand and he quiets

I am the master
Pulling his head to my knees
Pouring hot water through his mane
Luxuriant dark waves, threaded in silver
He is experienced, used to command
Yet yields to touch, slowly relaxing
Into the palms of my hands

Obedient and content
His throaty growl is very like a purr
I even dare kiss the small curve
Of lips under his whiskers, entranced
As rivulets of water course over
His powerful shoulders, chest, biceps
Joining the pool where his knee is an island

Quiet, yet remains untamed
He takes advantage of my dropped guard
My attention distracted by his desire
Growing more evident long minutes now
Cat-like swift, pulls me down with him
Seduced by his ferocious hunger
Subdued by warm, wet skin
The feel of teeth through wet cotton

I am a lion tamer

~ kei
9 December 2013

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I’m sorry. That was so NOT Canadian. I’m sorry you’ll need to be Canadian to get the joke. Sorry about that 😉

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Song For You

Pretty Mohawk Boy

Imagine this

He set me on fire

With just one kiss

No illusions here

He made it clear

He found a lover when

He whispered in my ear

He said

I am the only one

That you’ve been craving

And if I am truly

The only one

Can you give me

What you’ve been saving

Took me home

To his room

Bodies drenched in sweat and

My perfume

Slipped his jeans off

And then my dress

Pulled me into his arms and then

The rest you can guess

~ kateri (kei) 2012-ish

Mr. Jones