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Bold and Bare, collaboration with LokiOfLiterati
Touch through smoke.
“This fog is thick. Take my hand. I’ll guide you…
With hazed eyes lifted up and trembling finger tips reach out to touch…
...what's that? Oh, disembodied voice. Prolly not either of our choice. I can't see you either through the ether. We're lucky to even be here.”
The catcher of my dreams has imparted more than luck in this moment I feel as our hands fully clasp into yours, I’m ready….
Take my hand through the rift. We'll dance in the blue mist
And the dance becomes a sunrise and sunset undistinguishable-with colors of expression reflecting the presents heightened and welcomed simmered exhuberations
When we only exist as vibration of sound? What we gyrate around is the pleasing fertility of the frequency of possibilities
It isn't sex for procreation or carnal play for recreation but opening the chest of creation
and the chest of creation is spilling over from the two of us…with no time to be accounted for, those gyrating vibrations of sound are still stirring….and stirring.
So step with me through this dreamscape, keep your imagination gaping, let’s taste each other’s curiosity of what is waking …
misty visions cloud my vision though I feel us walking in tandem, set to delight in the sensual palates we’ve only begun to create.
Open the collection of fantasies and what if’s and maybes because this is our dream to be making
A trance to be induced and incorporated into the fibers of our beings
No hurry to the awaiting, there's just now, no worries of “How?”
Though..I am sure you can hear and read it as my heart flutter in anticipations...can’t it be now!!?!
We’re just energy sending here, so synergy blending is hidden …but seen…
Within the ribbons bending the inner ear
Of murmurs and jazz beats, and the unmistakable sway of my hips moves to the bass…unknowingly but knowingly creating a potion of emotion that goes beyond the desire procreation…this is the release of questions or fear…
The heat of your wrist
The first moment chocolate reaches your lips …
mmmmmmmm
Leaving it there to melt, and the sticky …the stickiness calls for me to savor this moment…breathing in the created scents
Richly bliss surprise at the peanut butter felt
The first burst to reach your eyes…and my eyes lift looking beyond ..seeing everything and nothing at all but you simultaneously….
Let's make this the basis of what we taste and switch. The foundation of a recipe to be rivaled for all times to come….
Just open up and roll your hips to this ...
and I will gladly as we continue this dance…
Sense-memory exchange in a soul kiss …and a souls memory replaced by the sensual captivation of you.
Good evening, Miss…
evening Sir.
Mistress Infinite thank you for making your appearance, where I could find you.
Sir, I hope this time has shown you the map to find me as rather simple since I am and will be right here…with you..unbounded.
“This fog is thick. Take my hand. I’ll guide you…
and I will follow
Magic grows when we invoked
Touch through smoke. …
a touch that summons a passion that can only be answered if…..
Fireflicks a spell to open the Cosmic Well to niknshell and Loki of Literati but here we’re just dream zone noise …
a noise turned to music…as music is organized sound and we are the entangled bonds created waiting to go beyond dreams
...what's that? Oh, disembodied voice. Prolly not either of our choice. I can't see you either through the ether. We're lucky to even be here.” ….
luck my dear? Oh…it may not be our choice and I may not be able to see you but I feel you…I feel the sway…I taste the way….mmmmm
How would you dance with a stranger if you had never known fear?
I would dance anticipating the presence of you…with my fingertips no longer trembling and my hands outstretched I would walk and would see the beauty of you.
Collaboration completed with LokiOfLiterati--thankful for the opportunity to create and collab!
“This fog is thick. Take my hand. I’ll guide you…
With hazed eyes lifted up and trembling finger tips reach out to touch…
...what's that? Oh, disembodied voice. Prolly not either of our choice. I can't see you either through the ether. We're lucky to even be here.”
The catcher of my dreams has imparted more than luck in this moment I feel as our hands fully clasp into yours, I’m ready….
Take my hand through the rift. We'll dance in the blue mist
And the dance becomes a sunrise and sunset undistinguishable-with colors of expression reflecting the presents heightened and welcomed simmered exhuberations
When we only exist as vibration of sound? What we gyrate around is the pleasing fertility of the frequency of possibilities
It isn't sex for procreation or carnal play for recreation but opening the chest of creation
and the chest of creation is spilling over from the two of us…with no time to be accounted for, those gyrating vibrations of sound are still stirring….and stirring.
So step with me through this dreamscape, keep your imagination gaping, let’s taste each other’s curiosity of what is waking …
misty visions cloud my vision though I feel us walking in tandem, set to delight in the sensual palates we’ve only begun to create.
Open the collection of fantasies and what if’s and maybes because this is our dream to be making
A trance to be induced and incorporated into the fibers of our beings
No hurry to the awaiting, there's just now, no worries of “How?”
Though..I am sure you can hear and read it as my heart flutter in anticipations...can’t it be now!!?!
We’re just energy sending here, so synergy blending is hidden …but seen…
Within the ribbons bending the inner ear
Of murmurs and jazz beats, and the unmistakable sway of my hips moves to the bass…unknowingly but knowingly creating a potion of emotion that goes beyond the desire procreation…this is the release of questions or fear…
The heat of your wrist
The first moment chocolate reaches your lips …
mmmmmmmm
Leaving it there to melt, and the sticky …the stickiness calls for me to savor this moment…breathing in the created scents
Richly bliss surprise at the peanut butter felt
The first burst to reach your eyes…and my eyes lift looking beyond ..seeing everything and nothing at all but you simultaneously….
Let's make this the basis of what we taste and switch. The foundation of a recipe to be rivaled for all times to come….
Just open up and roll your hips to this ...
and I will gladly as we continue this dance…
Sense-memory exchange in a soul kiss …and a souls memory replaced by the sensual captivation of you.
Good evening, Miss…
evening Sir.
Mistress Infinite thank you for making your appearance, where I could find you.
Sir, I hope this time has shown you the map to find me as rather simple since I am and will be right here…with you..unbounded.
“This fog is thick. Take my hand. I’ll guide you…
and I will follow
Magic grows when we invoked
Touch through smoke. …
a touch that summons a passion that can only be answered if…..
Fireflicks a spell to open the Cosmic Well to niknshell and Loki of Literati but here we’re just dream zone noise …
a noise turned to music…as music is organized sound and we are the entangled bonds created waiting to go beyond dreams
...what's that? Oh, disembodied voice. Prolly not either of our choice. I can't see you either through the ether. We're lucky to even be here.” ….
luck my dear? Oh…it may not be our choice and I may not be able to see you but I feel you…I feel the sway…I taste the way….mmmmm
How would you dance with a stranger if you had never known fear?
I would dance anticipating the presence of you…with my fingertips no longer trembling and my hands outstretched I would walk and would see the beauty of you.
Collaboration completed with LokiOfLiterati--thankful for the opportunity to create and collab!
Published 4th Apr 2016
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4th Apr 2016 5:09am
This was quite wonderful you two! :) I was captivated by your wordplay and how your lines seem to flow effortlessly together.
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"Take my hand through the rift. We'll dance in the blue mist
And the dance becomes a sunrise and sunset undistinguishable-with colors of expression reflecting the presents heightened and welcomed simmered exhuberations
When we only exist as vibration of sound? What we gyrate around is the pleasing fertility of the frequency of possibilities
It isn't sex for procreation or carnal play for recreation but opening the chest of creation
and the chest of creation is spilling over from the two of us…with no time to be accounted for, those gyrating vibrations of sound are still stirring….and stirring. ' <--- I mean, I love the poem in its entirety, but this excerpt was grand! Well done the both of you. *slow hand clap into a standing ovation*
Happy you're back writing shell. :)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Take my hand through the rift. We'll dance in the blue mist
And the dance becomes a sunrise and sunset undistinguishable-with colors of expression reflecting the presents heightened and welcomed simmered exhuberations
When we only exist as vibration of sound? What we gyrate around is the pleasing fertility of the frequency of possibilities
It isn't sex for procreation or carnal play for recreation but opening the chest of creation
and the chest of creation is spilling over from the two of us…with no time to be accounted for, those gyrating vibrations of sound are still stirring….and stirring. ' <--- I mean, I love the poem in its entirety, but this excerpt was grand! Well done the both of you. *slow hand clap into a standing ovation*
Happy you're back writing shell. :)
5th Apr 2016 3:56am
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31st May 2016 1:11pm
Awwwwww that's so sweet!! Appreciate, brought a smile to my morning!!!! Have a great one!!!
