Belonging

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Belonging

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Those parts you said belonged to me

I never did reclaim, your gift a fragile

thing we made of clouds and wicked wants

remains forever stuck in rhymes-

Maybe we live somewhere out there

between the seasons of forever

where we transformed diverging lives

into one merged in space and time

and I exist with you as mine-

Will you forgive me?

I tempted fate, enticed your longing

for burning skin of sun and sands

while I got lost between your hands

under the lace of dreamy nights-

Will you remember?

I’ll ask again, will you remember

how with my words I made you sin?

Without regrets or without shame

and how at night you touched your skin

while softly calling me by name.

Then tell me love, should I reclaim

those parts you said belonged to me?

H.O

July 2018


“There’s warm skin. A strong body that embraces you. Breaths that escape his gasping mouth. But… we’re calling out another’s name in our hearts. With our eyes closed, that person’s image surfaces in our minds. It was a sweet, gentle, yet cruel night.”

― Yuuri Eda

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Paper Dreams

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Paper Dreams

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What is left, dreams exhausted

in pursuit of a moment, and another,

rushing desires across a shape

I define so well.

You watch me every night,

my eternal lover,

how my restlessness play

on my lonely pillow, but you stay

forever in the words I write,

gone before my time

in your smile I dwell,

spilled dreams drawn

on an empty bed

where I make you mine-

H.O


“Can I be blamed for wanting a real body, to put my arms around? Without it I too am disembodied. I can listen to my own heartbeat against the bedsprings…but there’s something dead about it, something deserted.”

― Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s

Sensual

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Sensual

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You swim in shallow waters-

Your glistening skin pale against the sky

glides smoothly,

unnoticed deep beneath

your enticing ripples I shy

away from possibilities.

But how I wish to feel

your softness with my hands,

your raw passion

to offer this lone flesh relief

from these wicked wants

that burn underneath

the placid surface-

H.O


“Ô, the wine of a woman from heaven is sent,

more perfect than all that a man can invent.”

― Roman Payne, The Love of Europa

Of Spells and Dreams

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Of Spells and Dreams

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You cradle me between legs gently

on milky skin a contrast shade

of passion penned in winter schemes,

your pelvic heat radiating wants

with urges flowing in a cascade

of loose desires-

I give you words,

you give me dreams-

I give you love,

you give me words,

but words like chants

bewitch my dreams,

if with a spell I could persuade

under my wings

for you to stay…

Would you let go and just be mine

and not confine

yourself to dreams?

H.O


“She was fascinated with words. To her, words were things of beauty, each like a magical powder or potion that could be combined with other words to create powerful spells”

– Dean Koontz –

A Need

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A Need

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This need ingrained so deep inside

this flesh that strives, and it goes on

the burning desperation

for things when gone

will leave a sense,  a subtle agitation

of blood that rushes fast

through skin that lacks a touch,

and I can say this much

about a need

ingrained so deep inside

and strives… and strives-

H.O


“We hunger in earnest for that which we cannot consume.”

― Nenia Campbell, Black Beast

Implosion

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Implosion

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Where will I touch you the first time

if I ever was to meet you?

If desires build trails, we must follow

until the fires are extinguished

or we burn down to embers-

I can almost feel you,

drunk with crimson lips of wine

numbing all my senses

if with a kiss I could swallow

your entire universe

and the universe remembers

how a flicker of light burst into fire-

And how your breasts may feel

under my trembling hands

playful nipples enticing

my mouth to satisfy my wants,

my teeth wanting to bite

and slowly drink the rising

desperation of a moment-

Then let the black lace peel

from around your waist

to expose your moonlike skin

driving me insane with desire,

my mouth creating streams

of honey flowing down

to the river between your legs.

There is where I begin

to find a placed filled with dreams

of heavens,

blissful elixir of life

in your flow I will rise

and find the fountain of youth

where my thirst will drown-

And I will take you,

until galaxies collapse into the light

you have become,

entering every space inside

in a rhythmic dance,

drunk with the feel of skin on skin

on legs spread wide

to receive everything I am,

every dream, every wish

and every want-

So tell me,

where will I touch you the first time

if I ever was to meet you?

H.O

 

 


“I want to make you weep. I want all your pleasure, Iris, all your pain, everything you are. Come for me.” And she felt herself bow with the stark white bliss of her epiphany, the shattering realization of his words and his hands and his mouth. She was gasping for breath, shaking, lost, unseeing. The center of her being pulsing with pleasure.”

― Elizabeth Hoyt, Duke of Desire

Way to a heart

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Way to a heart

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If I love you in the distance,

will my muse find a way to your heart?

Stealing dreams that you guard

somewhere kept in the sea of your eyes

or the curve of your lips-

Do I kiss you to gather your words

dripping slowly in my mouth?

They part flavors of longing

and passion with hints of the unknown-

Will I find you in my bed when my hands

search the shape of your waist?

Confused dreams by my wants

late at night when your image embraced-

If I love you from far,

will my muse find a way to your heart?

H.O


“What I want is for you to touch me in ways that hands and teeth and skin cannot.”

― J. Andrew Schrecker