Reblog – Cursive Prose by Martin Lewis

When I originally read this piece, I commented “A lover’s language…”. Such a sensual piece. I wonder which writing tools were their favorites? 😉

https://theblightersrock.wordpress.com/2020/12/23/cursive-prose/

CURSIVE PROSE

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.

Urges

lust takes hold
an uncertain future
plays out delightful scenarios
there is an engorgement of the senses
looks exchanged, bodies trembling closer

once hips begin to undulate
pulsing bodies find themselves
like waves crashing
into each over and over
again and again

instinct takes over
desire is paramount
and tensions are strung tight
feeling a yearning for ecstasy
just slightly out of reach

… until it’s not



Open

Lady Luck presents a life-altering prospect.
An enticing, not so subtle invitation.

A seductive and alluring treat.
Or a delicious deception?

Like a meet-your-maker kind of wile.

I want to get wet, and I think I might drown.

Teased by lousy timing yet it keeps me invested.
My head fills with rich fantasies, more possibilities awaken.

The proverbial juices are flowing.

The world is spinning on a new axis.

I’m confused.

But I’m open.

**Originally published 7/7/2018 on I Write Her

Turn Me On

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my lover’s glance
stirring me

private invitation
to an intimate world 

no words
just sighs

shyly seductive
yet bold

no hesitation
just urgency

touched above
and below

setting fires
within

raging
out of control

anticipating explosions
the fireworks kind

demanding pleasure
and yet giving it all

take me
away   

The Kiss

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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

Open

 

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Lady Luck presents a life-altering prospect.
An enticing, not so subtle invitation.

A seductive and alluring treat.
Or a delicious deception?

Like a meet-your-maker kind of wile.

I want to get wet, and I think I might drown.

Teased by lousy timing yet it keeps me invested.
My head fills with rich fantasies, more possibilities awaken.

The proverbial juices are flowing.

The world is spinning on a new axis.

I’m confused.

But I’m open.