A Place on Your Skin

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A Place on Your Skin

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I seek a place on your skin to hide desires

naked dreams shy from others to see

the folds around your neck in dire need

for lips to bury deep until they melt

and disappear becoming one-

A place between your breasts my lust

to keep away from prying eyes

when late at night it wakes and rise

on black smooth sheets to keep it yours

when yours become after a while

of hiding deep underneath your skin.

And thus a place between your thighs

to keep my secrets and my needs

secluded far from daily life

from all to feel the burning heat

your skin would shelter every night

and only you could safely ignite-

I seek a place on your skin to plant my seeds

of love and lust that hide between

the words I write,

and only you could safely touch

once tucked away beneath your skin-

H.O


“I loved you with texture. You loved with a softness. Texture brought detail, softness brought folds. Folds brought creases and creases had secrets.”

― Dominic Riccitello

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~Longing~

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-Longing-

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When I look at you pass by

my emotions flutter wildly within its cage

waking up wants long ago tamed-

And I crave to feel your mountains and streams

by a stroke of time forged and shaped,

the rubbing of naked skin inflamed

smooth with lustrous sweat, and I

eager to ride my desires with no saddle

trotting gracefully when you straddle

a moment and stir up my dreams-

H.O


“I will bathe in your warmth ma petite. Roll you around me until my heart beats only for you. My breath will grow warm from your kiss.”

― Laurell K. Hamilton, Burnt Offerings

I Wish I Was

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I Wish I Was

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I wish I was sunlight

to lick the milk of your thighs

and taste secrets ‘tween your legs

Don’t you know?

I built my castles close to shore

and every time I want much more

you hold me captive in sky filled eyes

Release me woman in roaring waves

to catch my breath and softly say

I wish I was the cool soft rain

to wet the skin I so much crave

Don’t you know?

I built my castles close to shore

for you to wash them all away.

-H.O-


“Oh no. Don’t smile. You’ll kill me. I stop breathing when you smile.”

― Tessa Dare

Awaken

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Awaken

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Your gentle face fills me with possibilities-

It reminds me of sunsets and starry nights

of how fast my heart beats with a touch

of a hand or a look that incites

to want more-

And I attempt to remember the whys

I stopped seeking and eventually ignored

my far need to be love and the want

running deep in my veins-

Then I look at your face and your eyes

make me wish I could have it return

all my longing, somewhere it remains

buried asleep to be awaken

to the heat of your touch

that now burns-

H.O

Wasted Passion

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Wasted Passion

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Such a waste this passion swimming underneath

like falling trees with no one to hear

or roaring waves of a lonely beach

with no footprints to wash away,

no hearts to steal-

And words alone will soon decay

to leave remnants of long gone days

like muddy prints on an empty house

my passion stays

deep underneath, sometimes aroused

by passing flings that bring no joy-

Such a waste this passion burning underneath

with no one to tend a dying fire

and revive the flame,

like stone cold tomb without a name

my passion lies right underneath

a dying breath of gone desires

Such a waste this passion sleeping underneath-

H.O

 

“What Reason weaves, by Passion is undone.”

― Alexander Pope

Eve

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Eve

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Your beauty in the garden of Eden

an apple, red and tempting

my slithering desires-

Blindness the only cure

for eyes that follow every cadence

of your hips,

glamorous lure

condemning my soul to hell

forever lost in red lips

and skin God created to incite,

in sin eternally lost with every bite-

H.O

Storms

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Storms

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In the eve of winter I crave for storms to reach

my silent nights, made for others seeking peace.

But I seek your passion, raw, untamed

as a winter storm, to reclaim

a place on your back,

wedge between your burning thighs,

eager fingers gasping for flesh inflamed

with pent up fires.

And you become my storm

in winter’s eve trapped in a heated summer

fed by a stream of desires-

H.O