Yes, You

Circle back
Drawing nearer
Ever closer
So it seems

I’d sell my soul
If I could only
Make this more
Than just my dreams

~ kei
10 September 2016

As the weeks go by I’m finding that even the most casual viewing stirs that old something in my deepest core. Some fires can only be banked; never fully extinguished.

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Craving My Kind

At what point does craving become crazed
The crossroads of desire denied and utter despair

Tactile memories conspire to keep me on edge
A raging fire that consumes – has consumed all fuel in its wake

I am left with the taste of you on my lips
The feel of my hands on the ghost of your sweat slicked back

Controlled, maddened by this aching, insatiable impulse
My hunger grows and my desire hunts you tirelessly over the miles

~ kei
7 March 2016

Shivers thinking of you

OctPoWriMo 2015 ~ If I Did Envy…

I don’t envy the air that you breathe
Even though it fills spaces in your body

I don’t envy your body wash
Even though it sluices over your skin

And I don’t envy your toothbrush
Even though it lingers between your lips

I certainly don’t envy your office chair
Even though it cradles your perfect arse

If I had to envy anything at all… you’d be surprised
You’d think I’m gross or crazy but in fact, I’m wise
There’s nothing to envy in the everyday of your routine
People, places, things that you don’t pause to consider

I envy the junk mail in your slot each day
That you must look at to assess its worth

I envy the wind that ruffles your hair
Sending that one rebel curl into your eyes

I envy the mirror where you shave each day
Carefully considering each stroke you make

Mostly, I envy your glass of Crown Royale
The one that you savour slowly every evening

In the very way that once upon a time
You savoured every facet of me

~ kei
9 October 2015

Straight Crown

** I didn’t make it around to any blog visits yesterday – Thanksgiving prep and a furniture moving / set up kept me away until late. I hope to catch up with the OctPoets today :)**

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October Poetry Writing Month

31 Days of Poetry, Blogging Challenge

OctPoWriMo 2015
Image by: Morgan Dragonwillow

Don’t Wake Me

This teasing caress of your hands…
A day and night of magic, no words, no inhibitions
Dawn just barely illuminates the cocoon of my room
Your shadowed shade beyond my unwilling eyelids
Unwilling to break this spell you’ve woven
Preferring the candlelit illumination of last night
The inevitable reunion of soul mates
An explosive release of pent-up desires and emotions
Spilled, bitten, grasped, pushed, tossed, kissed, caressed
Memories of sinewy youthful bodies and perfect flesh
Melding and transmuting into the strength of bodies tested
Tattooing a new pattern onto the familiar beloved tender places
Words whispered, familiar and foreign in your stranger’s voice
Breathed against my ear with remembered intimacy, stealing my breath
Unhinging my knees with a kiss that is the lost key
The one to unlock the Pandora’s Box we buried together long ago
Your sweet mouth, your strong hands, my body is yours to command
Just don’t wake me, let me stay here forever
Let me live in this fierce tenderness
Let me exist only in your chocolate eyes
In the shelter of your arms
With no more separations
No more goodbyes

~ kei
28 September 2015

Coupled Sleeping Morning

The Prisoner

I see the key has been dropped
Still I fear to leave my prison

One simply acclimatises you see
Though it goes against all reason

Thoughts of you all through my head
Do I dare to step outside

There’s a rage in the cage
This desire I cannot hide

Just a word is all I need
To transition to free

Imprisoned here in my dreams
I beg of you rescue me

~ kei
29 July 2015

caged woman

Impulsive

This headlong rush
This tumble
Stumble
Into the two of us

This falling down
This trip and dance
Chance
Into the new of us

Out of character
To make a first move
Nothing to prove
Just a tidal pull
A patchouli, pheromone command
This phone and your number in my hand
I push
Those waves, those bandwidth waves
And a glowing apple moon
And I am not me, I am she
Calling you to me
Connection irresistible
Who knew a first move could make me feel
So very
Deliciously disreputable

~ kei
29 June 2015