Category: lust

Darkest Light.

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Darkest Light

Consuming
and all drowning
my essence of night.
Deepest blue,
darkest burgundy,
it matters not,
my essence is cloaked
in this state, this void.
Think not of my night
and my aura as negative
for a dark state
can be a canvas.
A blank page for
something bright
to create. . .something
bright to form
my nights’ sky
and give it character.
and make it
come alive.

Yet it should consume me.
Darkness such as the night sky
should devour me, swallowing
my essence into oblivion.
Do you see me?
I am a mere whisper
of light lost in the echos of time. Yet,
when you lay me upon
your dark essence,
your canvas
becomes my art.
Your depth is my contrast.
I tip toe through your darkest blues
leaving illuminated kisses.
My essence, glimmers and glistens
upon your touch, for my light. . .
is love,
created by your darkness.

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©5-2017 Locthiese/Karen Hayward

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Lust weaved across the page.

I still recall when your need for me was spilled across the page weaved through every word and stained into the spaces between. Now I wonder where you went, and where abouts you go. For the page is feeling empty your need I no longer know.

Karen Hayward 2016 ©

Let me dance free of inhibitions.

 

Can I dance through your

thoughts with a key to your soul.

In subdued whispers and a trail of lust.

An uncaught spirit skipping through

the days, as sunlight warms the coldest hearts.

Can I walk with you beneath a changing moon

and watch through your eyes as night dies and

morning wakes.  Whilst the constellations are mapped

out on your skin with the tips of my fingers.

Can I run free and safe through the hazy morn

as the night before becomes a distant dream.

Can I dance through your thoughts unattended

free of inhibition for a moment, for just a moment.

 

Karen Hayward ©2016

Be the hint of a memory.

 

Be the,

hint of a kiss

on precious lips

that smile even

in the pouring rain.

 

Be the,

hint of a memory

in the sight of beauty

that shines even

in the pouring rain.

 

Be the,

scent of a night

filled with musk

and dying stars

in the pouring rain.

 

Be the,

sting of regret

in a captured thought

on a forgotten day

beneath the pouring rain.

 

Be the,

taste of a flutter

of a remembering heart

growing old in the days

in the pouring rain.

 

Karen Hayward ©2016

 

More than a switch.

I like it when passion over runs.

When fingers fumble at fabric

and kisses are magnetically pulled

to the skin. When eye’s meet in a

knowing glance and nakedness

is purely chance. I like to feel the

need in your words to see the desire

in your body. I like to feel the wanting

against my skin

as we go

exploring in.

Karen Hayward ©2015.

Electrical charge.

As naked as the skin is bare
I drift to lingering thoughts of kisses just there. Tender lips with passions rush, heat rising I feel the blush. Fingers that trail across silken porcelain skin, soft, gentle strokes, the excitement they bring. Your tongue mapping a route down the body; across nipples circling, circling, tasting, circling. Hands warm, determined, hold me close and position me well as the mountain of lust begins to swell and fingers explore as I plead for much more. The calmness subsides this element I can’t hide. A frenzy of skin, to skin of body to body of limb to limb. In. In so deep bodies so close, mind so alive it could easily take flight. 

Karen Hayward ©2015.

Release.

The finger tapping sound of frustration constantly drumming in my blood.

My body stings for the release of these non negotiable feelings that

hinder me so.

Locked inside a cage, flaming red spilling down the bars as they vibrate on a personal frequency.

Let me out of these restraints. Come closer let me feel you there.

This need just keeps on growing a distraction of the mind.

To make up to feel to touch to see to have us be.

To utter nothing but the screams of passion. To feel nothing

but the pounding throb of satisfaction. Empty me, empty my

thoughts and replace them with your touch. Peel away my tiredness

and replace it with your sensual energy. Take away this need that

I have to devour you, give yourself to me. Lay naked with me beneath

the dying stars. Trail the moons loving light across my skin with

with your soft and tender lips. For a moment, a moment in time

that cannot be taken, a pause between the worlds. Gently guide

my thoughts through this mind field of destruction. Take me, take

me there to that place where I can scream as waves of pleasure

release me from these chains of life. Take me, take away what I

cannot do and replace it with what I can.

 

Karen Hayward ©2015.