You enter, please. Come to me catchling.
I hear you in the forest, leaves skulking.
I smell you just as before.
A little sleep following a long night jolts my mind into these new, waking dimension/s.
I turn
to look at you.
And, I know that I want.
I want with wanton desires.
This kindled flame did fell me before the universe in prostration to the sensation stirring in me.
I shall know you when I see you again. I see you everywhere.
My surrender to pursue the mastery of your pleasure and discomfort.
Your stoic stillness and
those heavy shoulders.
My reserved disposition conceals me
as I see past veils, into swirling thoughts of desires to devour.
Delectable with shameful kindness.
To tell you:
I want to.
I want, too.
I too want to.
Desire wanting after waiting
demands:
be wrapped in gossamer as I
shake you loose from yourself so you can breathe deeply
before me.
Reblogged this on Notes and commented:
Please allow me to call it erotica even if you meant totally something else. We are men (you know) 🙂
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You may describe it anyway you like. Glad it resonated, Amir. I appreciate your time in mind!
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Your words make me feel like having an an abundance of time to enjoy them. You’re so gifted and I don’t know if you can see how I see this. Out of billions of people, and millions of blog posts, and those thousands of years before you and I are present in this moment and thousands of years from now, when we’re gone… aren’t we so lucky to be present right in this particular moment, enjoying each other’s soul’s expression of the joy of life? I love seeing people living like a free bird and your words make me feel that way.
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Cheers, Amir. Thank you, kindly. The ever present flux of now…
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Absolutely…. right now, here 🙂 (Okay Amir, she said “thank you” already twice. go away now with your comments) LOL
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