lifting the veil of nights silence

[Passionaria]

Fuck or fight
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Intense passion
thunderstorms
understand our secrets
the nature of us
dancing within the fire
of love wrapped dreams
our hearts
breath-less desires
moaning
please I need you
your lips satiate
my lips
where ever you desire
whispering truths
my soul confessions
I have no pride
begging you for release
screaming your name
uncontainable passion
is not for the faint of heart
arch back
legs pushed open
my hair in your face
you deep
skilled
hard
thick
merciless
a good rough fuck
can save many a fight
intensity denied
the energy has to go somewhere
we have a choice
sometimes when it's storming inside
we need to
fuck or fight
thunderstorms understand

[Passionaria]

stunned
images become clear
and dance vivid across
my mind
this slow motion movie
carving details of
what you've done
across my psyche
in focused technicolor splendor
until the pain ricochets
like a gunshot piercing my heart
tears burst the dam of my reserve
and puddle along my collarbone
then flow like a river
into warm cleavage
this salty pain methodically
caught into black lace
who's delicate rose pattern is brought
to life against warm moist flesh
trust shattered
wet lace becomes
the dumpster
of my faith in you
my fingers trace the outline of my breasts
as my mind fondles your prose
our first cerebral tango
that ended in breathless chocolate
me vulnerable
and you holding me close
wrapped
in your down quilt
you made me feel safe
that was the first time I trusted you
I trusted you
I trusted
YOU

[Passionaria]

Transcending mediocrity
was how hy defined it
a phrase that captured
my rebellious soul
in a grip
tighter than the ropes
he wanted to tie me up with
at the MET in NYC
passer by's watching me
sit
in my pretty dress and jewels
knees parted
ankles tied to the chair
hands bound behind my back
watching hym paint
and gagged, hy added
cause you talk too much
my vulnerability
hys sadistic delight
what will people say I protested
nothing, this is new york city
smiling
the notion still brings
a flush of excitement
to my cheeks
causing me to
squirm into luscious warm wetness
transcending mediocrity
cutting through stagnant realities
vivid sexuality
without regrets
thank you
for walking me through that door

[Passionaria]

Midnight transcends into magic
and mingles on the edge of realities
where a river of faith, flows
between the worlds
and the elusive clouds
of soul possibilities whisper themselves
real in time

It's here my love
that you found me playing
one foot in both worlds
weaving strands
of shimmering moonlight
into sensuous erotic tales
professing poetry
to twinkling stars
in the name of beauty
I was calling you home

playing in the river of faith
where soul possibilities
whisper themselves
real in time
the magic of us
connected

[Passionaria]

"abstinence - act or practice of refraining from indulging an appetite"

Emotional bondage
her chastity of flesh
woven tightly
by invisible tendrils of will
restraining her
in a second skin
of emotional latex
sexuality in exile
nomadic yearnings
wandering her bodies
remote inner landscapes
with frenzied hunger
her lust boiled
beneath the surface
of the latex reality
she caressed the world with

every Sunday
her virgin flesh could be seen
elevated
upon the red brick bench
which was inlaid
with succulent moss designs
a secure outcropping
from the patios
red brick ivy covered walls
the wildness of vine
juxtaposed against her
voyeuristic sculptured beauty
only her eyes told the story
of this exiled passion
her sacred gift
praying
to be opened

[Passionaria]

I saved myself for you
she whispered softly
placing delicate
butterfly wing kisses
across his eyes
her sensual incantation
murmured in
the language of touch
not out of obligation
she continued
eyes soft
her succulent lips trailing
across his mouth
her fingers tenderly followed
down his chest as
she fell to her knees
eyes lowered
I save myself for you
because my body
is the only thing in this world
that is really mine
It is the most precious gift
I had to offer

[Passionaria]

fingertips to thigh
caressing
the sweet flesh memory of you
feelings of warmth
burst open my heart
then
pulse between my thighs
electricity surges along
paths you've traversed
and my flesh screams
greedy incantations of lust
with
fingertips to thigh
I caress
the sweet flesh memory of you
and how
fire sung lustful melodies
as we rode the
passionate beast
of need
now
parts of you
merged into cellular memory
have become
part
of the fabric of me
exquisite artwork
this
precious interweaving
of
love