Category: sensual poetry

An inferno of need.

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It starts at my very core, there at my center,
deep within my sacral.
Not a gentle, subtle whispered kiss
of bliss, oh no, It’s an inferno, a blazing
storm, it takes hold, flames
through me, a moments combustion,
lubricated response to dampen the
fires of desire. A matrix of sensuality,
ancient coding mapped on the aged
parchment of my soul, the hidden
symbolism of spirit that you finger
your way through with the knowledge
of a blind man searching his memories
for lost vibrations of once known directions.
A flamed insistence spreads
through my responsive cells,
blood reaching my surface needing
to caress its master as searing heat
flushes and blushes, intensity rushes.
My limbs curl, search, draw in,
crouching, anticipating the onslaught
Implosive lust, explosive need…
It all starts at my very centre,
an inferno blazing through
me, an ancient need responding
to its one true master.

Karen Hayward ©2017
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When broken becomes flawed perfection.

Candle light is so Romantic

You excite me.
The way your lust spills
across my body caressing
my skin, melding within
my essence, filling cracks
Of old, broken becomes
Flawed perfection. Your intent
Is my most desired taste.
Your lustrous passion swims
In my veins, crimson aura
draws me from an eternal
slumber. Awakened need
embraces my every thought,
Every cell within my body,
every atom within my soul,
yearns to devour the
Intrinsic workings of your
mind found deep within
The taste of your mouth
On mine.

Karen Hayward (c) 2017
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Play as one upon the skies lustrous bed

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I sit beneath a clear infinite
sky, stars whisper in dancing echos
of twilights illuminated symphony.
I ponder beyond known space,
darkness that consumes all
the black that gives light.
Flesh gained value.
Kisses became intimacy.

I would dust you from my skin
If not for this new desire.
You give heart to fire.
Flames fuelling an ancient call
days of past etched scribblings
upon my soul, the shattered
remains of porcelain and
spilled milk, puzzle pieces
lost to Satan’s soldiers.

Yet, here I am, not yesterdays
Image or tomorrows dream.
Broken, yes and yet in your arms
my imperfect flaws play flawlessly
within your embrace, liberated
within this protective space.

In a world where I am nothing,
my worth scratched from
existence, I pause within
our self made Utopia knowing
here I am everything and something.

I listen to the stars symphony, love
twinkling on each note, desire
darkens the back drop, they play as one upon the skies lustrous bed
of infinite depth, dark gives way
to light and love becomes aflame
upon the devil’s carnal bite.

Karen Hayward (c) 2017

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Even as you sleep….

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Even as you sleep I feel you

clawing through the external

essence of my mind…Did i say clawing?

No more like freely walking,

my doors are unlocked,

my walls are down,

you need only ask and my every

answer is yours. Encapsulated within

your essence, lost deep in your intentions,

you have me ensnared within your grasp.

I am yours.

My desire is yours.

My need is yours.

My fantasies i give to you freely entwined

with my dark sensual self…Even as you sleep

I feel your essence taking what is yours as your

spirit wanders freely through my mind’s darkest corridors.

Karen Hayward ©2017

…and then I was caught.

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…And when I search the confines of imagery within my mind,

when I look and find…You are sleeping.

And in the silent whisper of curiosity my fingers,

soft and gentle explore this new found treasure

in waters deep and tranquil.

I touch skin so dark with fingers so light,

never before have I seen such contrasting beauty.

I touch, what is not mine to touch and I caress

what it is I desire.

And as you sleep,

slumber gentle and need so raw

my resistance is beyond my power,

primal need burns inside…To taste,

to taste the hardness of your drive,

the product of your dreams

and my lips are there,

softly rubbing against the tip.

Each gentle touch met with enthusiasm,

my tongue circling,

licking,

more,

more…

and you are awake

and I am caught, blushing,

cheeks flushed followed by the

sudden rush as bodies meld

and passion spills.

Karen Hayward ©2017

 

Lips tender bite…

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Would you devour me with those eyes,

that soulful glance… or lips, tender, would

you kiss me and take that chance?

Would you pause to  traverse my eyes

And search beyond what makes me shy,

and look instead at what makes me shine?

Would I feel beyond your touch, beyond life’s hands

mans soul on gentle skin would they tease

and passion bring and would they lead me

through paths of…blissful  sin.

Or perhaps…

Would i devour those

Eyes, that soulful look…

Karen Hayward*©2017