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Sybaresque
are there comets in your sky? do you go down to the
water & gaze with joyless eyes at the far midnight air,
as it shimmers in minute crystals of broken stars?
the moon melts upon the cresting shallows; you
detect, in those glistening billows, a raft of driftwood.
upon it, the slumbering body of a stranded sailor.
I’ve been adrift in a blue sea of melancholy & solitude,
guided only by the clarion of an island girl’s poetical bells.
by Aphrodite’s grace, the ocean nymphs have delivered
me to your shore, to be marooned in your arms.
your hand soothes my weariness; the electric touch of your
kiss restores me, as if my strength had never waned. we
rise & walk to your village in the castigating rain.
I follow you down old cobblestone streets, past meditating
trees, to your tropic-hued casita. I enter just behind you,
intrusive as a thief. we strip off our wet clothes, & my eyes
struggle to hold your dripping natural beauty. you are not
an apparition nor an angel, you are a woman, borne of
lustful flesh & carnal indiscretion.
I come close to you, to feel your skin burn mine; to assure
you that I will take you, as a wild beast takes its mate. there
is challenge in your eyes: ‘do what you will – I am not afraid –
I have longed for this!’
you place my hands on your breasts, & I squeeze, not caring
that I might be hurting you. I feast upon your firm dark nipples,
licking the raindrops in my maddening hunger; my tongue
invades the cave of your mouth, to do battle with yours,
like jousting cobras.
at once, we drop to the floor, my body falling just above you,
& you push away, fearful now that my intrepid ambuscade
might destroy you. but my enraged spike is relentless as it
pushes into your vaginal delicacy. your moisture engages my
assault, & we achieve a rhythm that is beyond fiction.
as eternities become moments, my storming passion rushes
out in terrible torrents, & we are carried together to an
unkenable place that I have never traveled…
I am drained of everything; everything that made me a lonely
voyager. we lie there locked, as the rain & the wind serenade
us. I am holding you, my Love, & I will hold you forever.
…then I awaken, to know that you are so far away, & not even
Neruda himself could compose the sad lines that are written
in my heart.
are there comets in your sky?
Published 6th Aug 2015
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6th Aug 2015 9:37pm
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6th Aug 2015 9:52pm
might be that i've been crying over my piano for too many hours today, but this piece of yours just broke my little black heart, mister feddeler ...
erotic, but ugh i dunno, i'll chalk it up to female irrationality
loved this. truly.
erotic, but ugh i dunno, i'll chalk it up to female irrationality
loved this. truly.
6th Aug 2015 10:36pm
Whew...blazing!
Should probably put an extreme content label on this fireball! :)
Lovely!
Should probably put an extreme content label on this fireball! :)
Lovely!
6th Aug 2015 10:43pm
Lamenting hells, SirJ.. you give shiny eyes & heated heartstrings at same time.. love it..
"are there comets in your sky? do you go down to the
water & gaze with joyless eyes at the far midnight air,
as it shimmers in minute crystals of broken stars? "
~fav & most gorgeous lure into your dreamscape!
"your moisture engages my
assault, & we achieve a rhythm that is beyond fiction."
~the heat and then..
" …then I awaken, to know that you are so far away"
~..and thennn the tug.. fabulously mastered!
curtsies,
~d
"are there comets in your sky? do you go down to the
water & gaze with joyless eyes at the far midnight air,
as it shimmers in minute crystals of broken stars? "
~fav & most gorgeous lure into your dreamscape!
"your moisture engages my
assault, & we achieve a rhythm that is beyond fiction."
~the heat and then..
" …then I awaken, to know that you are so far away"
~..and thennn the tug.. fabulously mastered!
curtsies,
~d
6th Aug 2015 11:29pm
7th Aug 2015 00:50am
John a very sensual and beautifully written erotic..
you leave me breathless with stars in my eyes for you..
"I follow you down old cobblestone streets, past meditating
trees, to your tropic-hued casita. I enter just behind you,
intrusive as a thief. we strip off our wet clothes, & my eyes
struggle to hold your dripping natural beauty. you are not
an apparition nor an angel, you are a woman, borne of
lustful flesh & carnal indiscretion"
in awe and lust with your Dominant touch with love Crim
you leave me breathless with stars in my eyes for you..
"I follow you down old cobblestone streets, past meditating
trees, to your tropic-hued casita. I enter just behind you,
intrusive as a thief. we strip off our wet clothes, & my eyes
struggle to hold your dripping natural beauty. you are not
an apparition nor an angel, you are a woman, borne of
lustful flesh & carnal indiscretion"
in awe and lust with your Dominant touch with love Crim
Anonymous
7th Aug 2015 1:14am
Masterful writing. Every line evokes stark images which, as the story progresses, evolve into sublime sensations. Superb.
Anonymous
7th Aug 2015 2:21am
"are there comets in your sky?"
I think you're asking the wrong question. . .Do You See Heaven?, should've been the question simply because this piece is riddled with it. . .Excellent, My KIng. . .xoxo, Devlin;)
I think you're asking the wrong question. . .Do You See Heaven?, should've been the question simply because this piece is riddled with it. . .Excellent, My KIng. . .xoxo, Devlin;)
7th Aug 2015 9:28pm
7th Aug 2015 6:44am
7th Aug 2015 9:51am
A word: breathless. The feeling of knowing that a person that can evoke such things, feelings, thoughts from you is so far away...every word is a touch, sir.
7th Aug 2015 1:02pm
Oh my! This gave me a morning jolt. Love the tropic -hued casita...lol
7th Aug 2015 6:12pm
All I can say is this is so beautiful it makes me wish I was more of a lead guitar player. So thinking of Wes Montgomery or Carlos Santana playing....
7th Aug 2015 8:48pm
Fantasy with a hard edge. I'm glad that you deny her refuge in the supernatural so she can just stand naked as a woman, not an angel this time around.
7th Aug 2015 9:29pm
Oh John. You fill me with night visions. Longing for the one that left to soon. But sexy doll. These words seduce your readers. Mmmm yes please. 💋
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~~do dare to leave my signature,
must be settled before breathing
of this piece..
tonite ....
11th Sep 2015 7:14am
