Category: sensual poetry

Chaotic implosion of rose petal need

Taste, tantalising, teasing
Drawing deeper, denser
Fingers, fumbling, finding
Skin… Essence scorching
Desires dancing, darting
Tongues twisting, touching
Rush rising, releasing
Pleasure piercing
Our souls uniting
Combining,
merging.

Karen Hayward ©2018

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Black leather and kissing red… 

Black leather and kissing red 

Will you bind me in tomorrow’s kisses
Translucent skin bare against black leather
Squirming, pleading, alost in your wishes
tender lips, grazing, as soft as feathers. 

Come, lose yourself in eyes of innocence,
fingers entwined between flaming red curls
Pushing, pulling, testing my resilience
Skillfully guiding, inner she unfurls. 

encapsulating her essence in hues
Technicolour, tickled fingers trailing
between Celestial beats arousing you
And passions burning fires truly flaming

A rare puzzle piece beyond defining
Would you embrace the effort refining.
Karen Hayward ©2018

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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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