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Author: Scarlett (Awarded Oct/07) |
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Date Posted: 17:35:32 10/04/07 Thu   Ardency This story and our newborn emotion is ardent, far from feeble and fearful; my desire rages stronger now, a garnet flame flickering in a wild wind that no ship's sail shall weather... feather-whipping me with the tussled locks of Autumn stained hair trailing my skin like eager limbs parting heated sand on a lost horizon's shore- The scent of you, fierce and more fiery with every staggered breath my lungs still allow my heavy heart to take.. The taste of your skin, fresh and delicate upon a parched palette denied rain.. Such pure divinity on a day when I dare not postpone the coming of your spirit's call I worry my lips shall tremble slow with the quickened taming of your tongue teaching mine the sensual syllables of lust's faintest whisper... The coo of my name echoed softly-- a mere sigh's distance from the chills that court my spine and tantric, warm redemption ghostkissing the curve of an aching thigh fever stricken with the need of your touch... I feel your prescence here... Though I cannot trace the strong lines of your jaw or carve the curl of smile like stone etched deeply to soothe my mind's shallow wonder The yearning for your body I bear in silence, knowing your eyes of blue have already washed my darkest sins stormy aqua, and the pools of your stare have left me wet with the want of your embrace... It is not the force of fingertips upon flesh that makes me profoundly aware of the way that our hunger has drawn you as close as the dew of a lover's kiss clinging to the raw petal of a rose so puckered, ripe and fair... Rather, it is this crown of thorns that pricks my slumber when raised arms reach to draw the man in you closer still, to the woman in me... The blood of passion's wound tastes like bitter tonic that my addicted soul cannot deny-- ...this scarlet remnant of a long, lonely night star strewn with such potent truth Proof of the life and the love, I live in dreams ...only in my dreams  [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |