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His touch was like a puzzle piece I never knew existed Like all my awkward edges had purpose and my quaint curves of self had reason like my skin had been forever searching for the unknown that became known the moment his hand touched me like the excited atoms of my skin ignited rejoiced, woke… Yes.. Like my soul woke up like a touch I have always known existed and yet never found
If it were a strangers hand on a busy city street resting upon my skin I’d have surely spent an eternity searching for its origin.
Sometimes, in days past and in mornings wake among busy droplets of lavender and burning skies of dawns glorious lake, She saw tiny glimpses of him, right there. Two souls peaked and primed, watching from afar, tentacles of the unseen, leaving trails of speckled kisses beneath wakeful stars weaved in the essence of man’s mindful tales. Simple eyes see with blind platonic thought beyond aesthetics, raw, unearthed beauty the soft whispers of what a soul has sought light within the pits of reality.
Perhaps souls, eachother had always known, not seeing the physical, they saw home.
… I find it still lurking, that broken fragment at my core. A moralistic demise speckled in broken shards. It is me, an intrinsic scar on my soul. The reflection of my own self belief that can only be bandaged with plasters of lust, not love, kissed with lips of desire, not love… A primal need for a primal scar perhaps…
…but what happens when love comes wrapped in primal kisses. When every bite of carnal sin tastes of ancient love. When every word is a stroke, every syllable is a kiss, every pause… … A thrust of liberated ownership…
… What happens then to the scars of my past, etched within the dark recess of my soul.
On keeps edge a spring breeze dancing through auburn strands of chaos as dawn wakes. Blazen skies igniting over blue horizons white surf kissing day’s promise. Fingers grasping, waves plunging hungrily, mouths searching tide rising lust craving… … gentle blades of grass tickling eyes knowing mouths finding sun ascending bodies descending passion burning losing sense of time within the whirring tides of stars that is Love.
A kiss, tender passion filled need as the world twirls as butterflies swirl as you pull me deep within your grasp. Warm lips, wet tongues, tasting, sipping, biting, saliva entwining. Igniting, the imploding need of sacral fires burning, rising, tippy toes, pushing forward, faster, deeper. Two souls alit. Desire, need, lust, fighting to explode, skin a sensory puzzle of excitement, a visual play of energy as the soul becomes the rawest of all erogenous zones, tingling, waking, burning, aching… Kiss me, just fucking kiss me.
It’s about control. My control over you, over external stimuli, it’s about navigating my pleasure zones, taking them cliff edge and jumping, naked, abandoned into an angry sea of lust. Its about power, swinging the kinetic pen- du- lum in favour of me, of you, of me, of you. It’s nature’s force rising within, screaming obscenities into the silent sky. It’s about embracing taboos, painting them across my torso, mapping them across my hip, kissing them deep into my existence. It’s about liberation, those shackles that bind, the ropes that burn, the belt that reddens The hands that restrain… It’s about losing sight and gaining… Sight Being led into temptation and made to feed. To gorge on sin To devour whimsical wishes, its about control… My control in your hands, my power in your fingers My need in your kisses My desire in your strokes My passion burning in your eyes It’s all about trust Power/ trust/ control Yours… Mine… They are the same Its about unity.
…and there before me is the distant echo of eternity, whispering through vines, skipping past branches and I am lost in a hue of blue sky and soft white clouds. My vulnerability on show, my wild streak at rest, tamed amidst the gentle breeze of love. I am raw and I am naked but the dress I wear and I am childlike, the damsel, the rose and the finest petals… and I am the purest crystal and the finest china with a vintage glaze, cracked and worn. But I am free here among the trees.