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Uncharted    

    tonight

cradling lonesome to my naked breast

he found me on the edge of midnight
   an uncharted land, waiting to be discovered.

mountains, plains and valleys
   an untamed river yet to be named,
laid forth before his questing spirit.

he was the solitary envoy,
   a master at discovery,
   occupying with permission the humid lush rainforest
and quenching the desert thirst.

determined, he left nothing in darkness
   uncovering every crook and crevice
and bathing them in light and heat.  

 &
Loss of MemoryI forgot.

It is a tragedy that I failed to remember
just how fond I am of the naked,
waiting space on a man's neck
where his clavicle meets his throat.
It is just perfect for my mouth.

I can run my imagination, and my tongue,
along the inflexible structure under the skin
and then
delicately sink the flexible tip
into the shadowy curve behind it.
The slight tang and salty flavor
of his warm, now wet skin under my mouth-
I forgot how good it tastes, how superb it smells-
as I pursue the rest of his body with the restless
press of mine.
PhobetorI rest in sleep
when he enters and
hovers beside me.
surveying my sleeping form
his soft visual caress takes in my bare feet
peeking out from under the blanket.
his all seeing gaze notes
my naked legs cozy under the covers.
     
     he glides up the bed
     a sense of anticipation gathering;
     he licks his devilish lips.
     my dark unbound hair dresses the pillow
     and he leans in close to inhale its
     warm coconut scent.

my eyes begin to d
TemptatiousI am
  delicate and yielding
like a memory wrapped in mussed silk crimson sheets
   legs intertwined
   thighs demanding

I am
   as strong as steel
forged by the heat of your hands and the melt of your mouth
   fingers seeking
   eyes searching

I am
  exposed and fragile
like the delicate rushing point just before the crashing climax
   lips parted
   tongues sparring
     
I am
   simplistic complexity
bound by the power of chemistry, beyond the point of return
Hunger Pains..
I dreamt—
and I dreamt and I dreamt and I dreamt of you.
I was filled to overflowing with promise wrapped in malachite colored wishes.
You were deliciously mine in that cloud of imaginings you arrived upon.
     And I loved you there,
     under brilliant Technicolor rainbows
     covering bittersweet chocolate rivers.
Soft and supple; the shafts of golden light pouring in from the dark tantalized.
You were defined, clarified, delineated.
     I was enlightened.
Luminous, you asked me to dance among the willows, sweet grass and wildflowers.
     You captivated.
We danced—
and we danced and we danced and I laughed silent until breathless-
and in my loss of breath, that moment of strangled sleep drenched death,
     my eyes opened to save me.
Lungs filled and dark eyes opened, I felt a borrowed bed under my hip, the same under my breast.
Worn Empathyyou and I have a bit of a problem.
I think you might be in the dark about a few things
so
why don't I shed a little light.

you crave my kindness, my clever words, you ask for more
and yet you return them with a sardonic slap
why? (rhetorical question here, please don't bother answering.)

are you so skeptical of a kindness that you request
that you give in to your fear and strike to hurt?
let me tell you a tiny trifling little secret…you can't hurt me.
(I said that very slowly and with a modest amount of sneering venom.)

because guess what, little one?
I have looked evil in the eye, I have had its stinking form cover me
once
Velocitythe velocity at which
my heart propelled itself
forward and out
of the shelter and protection
    of my flesh   
    of my bones
left me mute.
stunned.
lost in bloody
disarray.

damn.

I am woman enough
to admit it is a
    painful
    messy
slippery business,
attempting to force it back
into its rightful place.
but-
I am
working on it.

damn. squared.
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"Cold Is The Night" The Oh Hello's :music: [link]
steady is the hand that's come to terms
with the lessons it has had to learn
I've seen the things that I must do
but Lord, this road is meant for two-
so I am waiting here for you.

New England Aster and a bumble bee. :heart:
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*ArtByASmith Jan 6, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Lovely shot, the colors and focus are beautiful!
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*dragon-fly-to-me Jan 6, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you, Aly. :) I am proud of this photo, actually. Most of mine are just...captures.
This one, after I printed it off, is very artistic.
Thank you for appreciating it and taking the time to comment!! :)
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*BrightStar2 Nov 24, 2012
Beautiful focus and song :D :love:
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*dragon-fly-to-me Nov 25, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Aww...thanks. I do enjoy this song. :nod:
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~JVarriano Nov 18, 2012  Hobbyist Photographer
Aw, pretty! :)
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*dragon-fly-to-me Nov 19, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks!! :)
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*lostknightkg Nov 18, 2012
Beautiful :clap:
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*dragon-fly-to-me Nov 18, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks, Kris. :):)
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*pyrrhite Nov 17, 2012
They aren't still blooming now are they? That's really striking.
I quite like New England asters. Prettiest shades of purple.
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*dragon-fly-to-me Nov 18, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Nope...well... actually, in a few spots they are. It is rare though.
We get them in all different shades...white, hot pink, blue and this purple. Very nice. :)
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