Every day, my thoughts more often return to you…
Need
Awakening ~ Tanka XI
Do You?
Do you feel it?
Do your fingertips tingle with the memory of caressing my skin?
Do your hands tremble with desire to mould and squeeze every inch of my body to your own?
Do your arms reach for me during thunderstorms or when the scent of jasmine is on the wind?
Does your body ache with desire for the phantom pressure of my back cradled against your chest?
Do you fall asleep sated and at peace, holding onto the ghostly contours that are what you still own of me?
Then don’t keep me waiting any longer…
~ kei
28 May 2015
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”
We Live
His breath is my breath
As I run my fingers over his smooth chest
His lashes shadow his cheeks
As I kiss his eyelids and the secrets they keep
All the power contained within his frame
Yields to my lips, whispering his name
Only one thought occurs as we take and give
In these moments together, We truly live
© KbT
20 January 2015
Will You Never Return
Reblogging from “Eclectic Unconfined”
I like this one and thought I’d share here too.
Please be aware that there is more explicit content on “Eclectic Unconfined”.
Thanks for reading, your visits are appreciated.
~ kei
Darkside Haikus II ~ Incubus
My thirst is unslaked
Essence gifted and taken
And so on your knees
~ kei
29 October 2014
(A different side of Eclectic. The darker and the explicit at Eclectic Unconfined)
Darkside Haikus I ~ Succubus
Weak as a kitten
With a tiger’s appetite
Give me what I need
~ kei
29 October 2014
(A different side of Eclectic. The darker and the explicit at Eclectic Unconfined)
Goosebumps ~ Tanka VIII
Downfall
It’s so hard to keep you at arm’s length
When I’ve been holding out so long
Your number’s lighting up my cellphone
And I’m so tired of being strong
So yes, I’ll be your downfall
I’m already your youthful regret
You said that you still love me
I’m the girl you couldn’t forget
Now the cards are on the table
I’m done debating right or wrong
I know you’re willing and able
You’re pull on me has never gone
My pride doesn’t keep me warm
And neither does my integrity
I cannot bear another night alone
Leave your ring where I keep my key
~ kei
6 February 2014