Tangled need.

Your essence scatters through me in broken
fragments. Whispered traces of ancient maps
penetrating my psyche, your scent I
crave as it lays across my skin
caressing the contour of my hip with
sweet lips and a sugar cane tongue that pleads
to be tasted. Look at this chaos of
love that is spilling through me in hues of
liberated need. The paint strokes of a
lover laying his name upon his art
my soul wears the calligraphy of your
lust in swirling circles of vivid pink.
An unboundless love that swarms on the warm
curve of your voice, tangling me in your need.

Karen Hayward ©2018 Image and words


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Welcome to my blog! Here you will find different forms of creative writing, lots of swearing, erotic poetry, random thoughts, beautiful imagery, but most of all you will find a version of truth. My truth, this is the way that I see the world. However, all of my work is a form of creative writing, a combination of truth and fiction. I write to express my creativity, not my needs!

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