our combustion
a triumph of the senses
you reveal your need
i quiver with desire
this is one way lovers communicate
with a sigh
the moment fades
the fire cracking no more
an expansive breath is taken in
the curtains filter out the early sun
as we recover from being undone
i turn to you once more
reach below for maybe one more go
i want to feel the shimmering in my mind again
As always Candice puts her soul on the page. Her writing, intense and almost feral, always leaves me breathless, and yet sighing for the want she stirs. Oof…
My days of corpulent debauchery
may never have begun
but when I close my eyes
I lie inside of you like an opal
reflecting your urge for living
like a night light needful of no power source
you radiate energy as
a feral creature might fight
for its life caught in snare
the abundance of your desire
fills my emptiness with electric skies
your skin holds the damp of sex like a flower
urging me to break free of fear
consume your longing with my own
the meeting of our bodies breaking against
each other with the force of pent hunger
just one smile and I am on my knees
thirsting for your power over me
there is nothing I wouldn’t offer
even the pulsing vein in my neck
to subsist in your magnetism
where suddenly, life itself seems alive
and I can hear every cricket
every night creature stirring
the movement of you
toward me
and how I am terrified
and run through with
simultaneous
want
A lover’s language…
I close my eyes
and in my thoughts
I ink a cursive
unwritten verse
upon her nakedness
poetry for us alone
words that she will only
let our fingers trace
whilst reading
to each other.
The picture sets a sensual tone, and the words draw you in even deeper to connect with what the mind would imagine. It is a piece that leaves you breathing deeply. Just lovely!
Window opens
To intimate connection
Naturedraws me in
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My mind flutters with creative intent
Inner revelation excites the soul
Where silence invents the moment
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Always be tender…
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Sun kissed
petals undone
you opened in the warmth
and rejoiced
moist,
glassy,
smooth and
sweetly perfumed,
unfurling before me,
raw, naked,
beautiful,
my tender caress
the key.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
he understood the chemical power
stirred the emotional pot with music
it was a formula for fame
made all lips lick
men drooled
women swooned
had a good beat
“I’d give it a 98”
instant success
the urge presented itself
in the most opportune moment
an unexpected pleasure
brought joy and chemistry
and a lingering fortune
a slick comfort
of trapped tongues
finding bliss and harmony
wet exchanges
of future promises
desires for fulfillment,
yours and mine,
the priority
on the to-do list
of this sensual journey
towards mutual satisfaction
a repeat expression
waiting for its turn
patience, a frustrating value
only eclipsed
by distance
sweetness will
be won again
desires satiated
by unending
fulfillment
Glorious bronze sight.
My hungry mind’s fantasy.
Basking in her gaze.
I Write Her 