Imagination

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Imagination

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Maybe it is better not to know

taking shape in my mind I can draw you

next to me,

perfection simply known by desires

dabbed in colors sprung to life

on a way only I see-

Close your eyes,

can you feel my loving touch?

Gliding fingers past your breasts

every nerve asking for more

finding places deep within your core-

Close your eyes,

can you hear my shorten breaths?

Flaming slowly around your neck

while my hardness enfolds your back,

sometimes better to imagine than to see-

Close your eyes,

can you feel my weight on you?

Rhythmic cadence in between lodged

desires coming home,

lost in you,  bone to bone-

Close your eyes,

Can you love me without knowing who I am?

Every fiber of your body calls my name

for your skin to douse in passion

and set aflame-

H.O


“There are painters who transform the sun to a yellow spot, but there are others who with the help of their art and their intelligence, transform a yellow spot into sun”

― Pablo Picasso

~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

Midnight Skin

Midnight Skin

Midnight Skin

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Midnight stuck to your skin-

I remember the softness of kisses that lasted

to the taste on my tongue which contrasted

with the taste on your breasts of perfume,

like a dream I remember our moment a such

when at times if alone I can still feel the touch

of midnight on your skin,

and I’m doomed-

H.O

“Ultimately, it is the desire, not the desired, that we love.”

― Friedrich Nietzsche

“See how she leans her cheek upon her hand.

O, that I were a glove upon that hand

That I might touch that cheek!”

― William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

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

Reminisce

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Reminisce

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I followed a path of skin many times,

sweat drops like rain soaking desires buried deep

within those places where fantasies come alive.

And in my journey across her nakedness my need

becomes intolerable, rushing across to arrive

scattered all over eager to possess her body,

never the same skin, never the same story

but always the same fire-

H.O

“To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.”

― Federico García Lorca

Cold Flames

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Cold Flames

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I embrace the heat slowly escaping

what once was a furnace,

uncontrollable flames burned high

never extinguished into ashes,

then fed a fire now turned to ice.

And what kept awake sometimes at night

seeking flesh to feed desires

burned to memories, I now refrain

from feeding back into the furnace

for fear the ashes may ignite-

H.O

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“Love. Of course, love. Flames for a year, ashes for thirty.”

― Giuseppe Tomasi di Lampedusa