…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

Chaos flurry.

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To cherish with the chaotic

flurry of energy that swims

within the confines of the

mind, The seconds of existence

that spill light across

darkened shadows,

To explore expressions of

abandoned lust

between the suns heat and

the moons glow…to give what has

never been received.

…energy

flowing at a constant,

freely, the implosion

and explosion of expression

spilling open.

Karen Hayward ©2017

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Epitome of poetry.

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I shall whisper to you devotion,

proudly name you as my own. I

shall fill your mind with desire,

my eyes aglow,

need reflecting lust.

I shall tease you, momentary

lapses in time, shared delights.

Abandoned rules of the norm…

I shall fill your heart with the

ink of love…so you can write

poetry across my bare skin,

fingers tracing freckles, your palm

stroking my exsitence beneath

utterances of archaic need, words

of passion seeping into my soul.

Together we will become the

epitome of poetry.

Karen Hayward ©2017 Words.

Michael J. Garland ©2017 Image.

 

Lose yourself in crystal blues.

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Can you feel my need in every

word expressed spilling across

paper and nothing less. Poetic beauty

sensual art let me paint desire across

my skin so you may admire my form in

pure sin. Butterfly kisses across hips on

soft skin of finest porcelain, I am lost in need

an internal yearning for your seed. Give into me,

let my fingers roam where kisses trail let me taste

your lips, your tongue, give me the parts

not reached by the sun. Devour me with

Renewed vigour, take me, use me, hold

me tight within your arms….hold me

close become my calm.

Karen Hayward ©2016

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When I wake 

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When I wake from slumber in the twilight

hours I hear still your voice a soft whisper

on my skin.

An echo of need brought out from my dream.

The touch of your fingers stroking my thighs,

the taste of your lips,

the warmth of your body entangled with mine,

skin aglow,

candles flickering in the shadows,

dancing to a song of sin.

Lost moments as passion wins.

Pleasure escaping my lips in a perfect melodious

tune played by your fair fingers.

And I am lost in your eyes, in desires deep sigh.

And I am lost in your lips that devour my essence

on the tip of your tongue.

And I am lost in your spirit that whispers to mine.

And I am lost making love losing all sense of time.

Just us and the stars and a glorious moon

atomized love charged by desire,

defined on the tip of passions fire.

Image found on pinterest

Karen Hayward ©2016

Lost unto you.

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There are moments, senses lost I become

a flurry of chaotic need,  a yearning forms within

my core. Desire that transcends the simplicity

of imagination like winters mist circling

my limbs I feel there your fingers.

Tender kisses upon skin, trailing my breastbone

your breath a whisper calling unto desire

lost within your tantalizing thoughts and

teasing truths my senses become a blur

of eruptive forces, lust perches upon my lips,

passion circles my tongue, need tingles within

and I am lost, to you, lost unto you.

Karen Hayward ©2016