…this is love?

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So this is love?

With each passing

second we are trust.

The minutes slide and

we’re lost to lust.

Each hour that passes

our presence becomes, must.

So this is love?

Days, weeks, months

the yearning wanderlust.

Does time separate us?

Or is it the foundation

of our trust,

for this is love.

Karen Hayward ©2017

Image and words.

 

 

 

 

 

Amber and Blue.

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Amber and Blue

When you think of me before I do
When you think of me instead of you
my everything in a world untrue
You are the silver and the gold
The amber and blue
A crescendo of rhythm in my heart unfolds
the little things you do,
is the everything I hold.
From amber and blue
aura everlastingly bold
I can feel love’s brightest glow
Let the the notions of love
be the binding glue
in you i find the beauty
In all that you do
Vibrant and alive..
like amber and blue
I can only cherish the fates that made you mine
A flaming joy in crystalline time
You are the sparkle the starlight sublime
The gravity that holds me close to you.
the beauty of love in the amber and blue

(c) 2016 Michael J. Garland
(c) image Karen Hayward

More of Michael’s amazing poetry can be found on his Google plus page…

https://plus.google.com/+MichaelJamesGarland/posts

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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All I want. 

Do you know? 

I want your kisses 

On my lips, your taste 

Upon my tongue, your need 

Within my throat, your fingers 

Exploring my form hands holding 

Me tight arms keeping me safe, 

Words calming my lost fears, 

Eyes whispering loves hue,

Dreams made of future

Love to hold me close

Your love, all I want

I want in you. 
Karen Hayward ©2016

I wish I were a mermaid.

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To swim naked in the ocean of forever,
exploring forgotten shipwrecks.
As Poseidon commands the waves to gently
caress my curves,
intimately spiraling across my skin.
Rays of golden sunlight reaching down to me
as I swim between rocks searching for fossils.
Lost in a sea of oblivion my soul enveloped
In intimacy,
my spirit singing an harmonic symphony.
Surrounded by beauty,
engulfed by passion
teasing my desire.
Swim with me, naked, in the oceans of forever.

Karen Hayward ©2016

The catalyst of desire.

For a moment you own my page as you owned my dreams. Your love loud as it always was as you blindly searched through the unknown forests. You started as nothing you became nothing but for a brief moment in-between you were everything. You caught me, my wings out stretched after years of hunting you held me in your hands and carefully closed the cage door. Suffocating me with layer upon layer, releasing me. Inhibitions left hanging at the door each night you pulled me into your fantasies. Lit up my world, ignited flame after flame. You started out as nothing for years you were nothing, you ended up as nothing and in-between the blurring days you became a catalyst for desire. You held my spirit firmly in your hands and caressed it’s very essence with cum soaked fingers. I was the prey you were the hunter, I was never capable of forgiving you for the atrocities you committed as you hunted me. Still, for a moment you were everything, you were my catalyst to you I owe my desire.

Karen Hayward ©2016.

In a bed of roses.

Come dream with me,
of far away places,
with endless days,
and forever nights.
Take away our clothes
and lay naked at my side,
Let the moon dance
Across our skin,
as we begin.
Tantalise me with warm
touches of your tongue,
tickle me with wandering
Fingers,
Restrain me with wanton lust,
reign against me with passion and must,
And when all is done,
lips, licked,
juices, sipped,
just hold me,
as the nights shadows disperse,
let me lay against your body
let my eyes close and my mind turn away,
whisper,
it’s okay.

Spooning under a lunar sky.

Soft tender lips,
on mine,
Fingers tracing hips,
so fine.
Tongue, warm
Against my ear,
The tingles swarm,
I pull you near.
Fingers interlock,
Gently pinned,
In mock.
Small, circular, swings
My nipple’s hard,
Lust filled i scream,
My legs part.
Warm skin,
Beneath my fingers,
Societies sins,
Still linger.
Soft kisses trailing down,
Warm tongue,
Things move round,
Air stolen from my lungs.
My tongue, the very tip,
Licking slowly,
the length of your dick,
bra off, boobs free.
Legs open and on my knees,
Tongues working in unison.
i want to taste,
without haste,
I want to touch,
Without rush.
A reluctant embrace,
till i know,
I am safe.