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whispers of love
our bodies meshed in desire
thirsty for release
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throbbing heat
tip of my tongue traces
masculinity
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amid crumpled sheets
hearts start another race
night is still young
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Tag: Desire
Butterfly Thy Name *Patterns*
nature’ s power
echoes through his body
patterns of sunrise
~ Butterfly Thy Name, coming out soon ~
Butterfly Thy Name – Mosaics *Travel Map*
In Butterfly Thy Name I travel to quite a few countries – will anyone guess some of the countries I went to?
~ Butterfly Thy Name is out soon ~
Butterfly Thy Name – Mosaics
I bet some of you were quite surprised by this post a few days ago, I was myself! As I wrote in my book, my visit to Portugal was a deeply personal one, full of local savours and that something extra that feeds the soul and gives us a little more zest in our step.
hidden between dunes
rising towers of sand castles
memories sizzle
Butterfly Thy Name – Mosaics *More from Porto*
Regarding those Portuguese fishermen I mentioned for my Butterfly Thy Name book research a couple of days ago, here are some more details…
TrifeXXXtra: Dewdrops On Curves
As I discovered on Trifecta, November 15th is National Erotica Day. Trifecta is not an erotica-specific type of place, but they never shy away from a chance to stretch creative limbs. The challenge this week is erotic writing – 33 to 333 words to celebrate sensuality.
This is my – haiku way of doing it:
waves of sensuality
lapping my ignited curves
i surrender
shudders through whispers
intense thrusts in moist ripeness
breathless release
Carpe Diem Haiku *Release (provided by Maggie Grace)*
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fisherman’ s golden fish
three wishes granted after release
only in fairytale
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The Līgo Haibun Challenge – The Shudder Before…
This week there’ re two prompts for the Līgo Haibun Challenge – illusion or ecstasy. As you read on, the true colors of the one I have chosen should burst out…
Morning, day or night…rather difficult to define after the ways we discovered and tasted each other through all the different time zones. The empty pillow on your side of the bed is still radiating warmth. The masculine scent of yours sinking deep inside me…everywhere…even in the places I never knew existed. Touches from the last night with the amplitude of sensuality too intense for any radar to catch. Your whispers that teased, tickled and tormented in the whirlpool of pleasure. Taste of your lips still so much there, on mine, your sighs echoing all the way through my body. My moans tangled with yours. The way our bodies moved…like waves of the ocean, one after another with rising intensity. Brushing, sliding, trembling, thrusting…tattooing your lust between my thighs. Every kiss deeper and wilder than the one before, every touch from the tenderness of butterfly caresses to the wildest untamed ones, with my nails digging into your flesh. Signatures of love all over skin. Yours. Mine. The map of passion you imprinted in me. Again. And again. Sailing through all the corners of the world of desire. Only the letters of our names visible on the compass. Every single parallel and meridian pulsating so strongly it could almost be heard. North, East, South, West melted together. Magnetized. The time zones lost. Seas ran off their shores. Deserts, oceans, glaciers turned into a hot lava. Ecstasy vibrating in the air like the last shudder just before…
pulsating desire
in humidity of rainforests
a moan of ecstasy
How do you spell ‘love’?
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh … And eyes big love-crumbs,
and possibly i like the thrill
of under me you so quite new.
/E.E.Cummings/
