Nameless spirit,
Come to me beneath the waning moon,
climb within these crumpled sheets,
lay at my side.
Like the velvet clouds of a summers eve
trail kisses of your essence across my fair skin.
You are my fire and I am your flame,
I am the storm that rages,
you are the lightning that strikes down
illuminating the darkness.
And there is such darkness within us
worthy of celebration, desire that spills into
lust fueled words.
Lost wanderers fearsome of existence,
fearsome of non existence.
Lay now with me,
allow ourselves to be caught in the perpetual loop
of lost seconds with only the beating of our fear
and the rising of our need.Let this lovers ache of passion
become the raw mass of primal mating that it pleads to be,
mark upon my skin your scent so I may taste the sweetness
of my Alpha male upon natures every breeze
and I will be your sweet jasmine
the delicate fragrance of eve as the skies alight with
blinking torches of lovers wishes,
the essence of my scent will penetrate your core,
together on those sheets, let’s break universal law.
Take me upon rivers of blue and oceans of green,
wake me from this eternal slumber with fingers divine,
let’s stop the beating hands of time and fall helplessly into
the abyss of sin. I’ll be Queen, you’ll be King. We’ll
tumble through the days on velvet clouds of passion, beauty
will be our substance the unstoppable pull of need will be
the anchor of our hourglass, bottomless, the grains of sand
will never fill, lost wanderers, let us explore the dark shadows
of life returning each time to the crumpled sheets.
Lay at my side, with fingers divine let’s break the
rules of universal time.
Karen Hayward ©2016
This is sublime sweet blossom, jasmine would seep into the darkest of souls and light a fire to light the way…
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Gorgeous!
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Thank you 😀😀
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