Strange Flesh

Oh wow...this was nice..great write...creative execution

Thank you so much, dear, I'm so glad you have shared this with me.

"Breathe ur life into me"
found it very interesting especially since I wrote something very similiar earlier today lol... Nice work

dark mysterious eroticism indeed!!!
i'm luvin the esoteric ambiance
you got goin here Jade..

"Carry me so my feet won't
touch the floor,
taste me when we arrive."

diggin how you set this up
great intro

Thank you so very much Naajir!  My goodness, I think this was one of the first of my ink published here!

Jadey

You're very welcome Jadey..
I like diggin in the archives at times...
There's always some gems to be found....like this one right here...

Ahhh, well in that case, mi casa es su casa!🏠

'Sin upon sin wades in spume'

you should patent that line...perhaps make t-shirts? 'Sin upon sin wading in spume' :)

was it coercion - self realization of your admirer, or...the innate lure of the undeniable allure of the author?

nice concise delivery.

Thank you, poet.  It’s refreshing when someone ventures into the recesses of my gallery to unearth a write from time to time.  Hardly anyone knew me at this site during those first days on DU.

I’m pleased to see you getting to know my poet’s voice as you explore.

most welcome...you use the most interesting words sometimes.

I bumped someone else's poem off my favorites list to add this and do an apparition piece.

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"Carry me so my feet won't  
touch the floor,  
taste me when we arrive. " -and the gates of heaven were not gold but silver and divine. so silver i could sink my teeth in tasting the triumph on tongues of flesh so sweet.let this waltz not wake us from this dream.abdomens sweat down chance meetings.
  
"Breathe your life into me  
while entering the  
wound of your obsession," - so lovers lips locked in a lustful stair , bowed backs were the breaking point off punctured flesh,teeth marks on soft necks,and black mascara eyes were flourished feathers; ruffled in rhythm where you broke everything that was me on white bed sheet linens.
  
"it consumes where I bleed.  
Deny me your veil  
and salvage your religion. "- a Minx's scratch brought red fingernail marks and the blood drained from my skin.devoured as Saturn's appetite,we are not cross but carnivorous in each others daily dying arms.nothing remains from the lions den;so we reflect in early morning bathroom mirrors,naked,vulnerable, accepting verse as a vision, as a viable option for a higher power.poetry became our religion,another reason for waking at first mornings light across breasts,baring desires to disturb at every chance.
  
"Sin upon sin wades in spume  
each time you emerge  
to offer me its strange flesh." - what is immoral? is it ache in our bones for breakfast with a visitor, adrift in endless fathoms; you are the deep end of the swimming pool i was drowning in. coughing up chlorine water-sprung from the depths.i beg to be thrust back to my surroundings,wet wondering's of what could have been. so she flicked her hair and walked away.i get butterflies when entering emotional relationships with complete strangers.

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awesome inspiring piece Jade.
well penned.

Oh my goodness, Samael, that’s the first time I’ve seen someone do that with one of my past pieces...

this, and the honor of the RL!

“The wound of your obsession”. What a line. Love the pace and balance in this, it tiptoes through quiet passion

Exactly so, and everything it implies with hardly a word. My favorite way.

Always