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The Smoke of a Firework
Expanding heart, in ink blot tides – The conduit
of the kiss, entering the mind in an expanding star gate.
Sounds of crowds, in the distance, finale fanfare.
Micro life cycles, all unnoticed, once they were there,
And now… They just… disappear.
This world was made for lovers, in a state of love.
Parallel objects, studying the other’s soul.
These stars are theres, becoming, unto the above -
Panorama of stars, shimmering, magical.
Over eyes hair dangles in tendrils.
Ultra violet glow, the sounds of waves over all sorrow.
A moment of a fragment of the fabric of eternity.
Dune grass and a breeze, speaking of fading tomorrow.
Meeting of minds and hearts, initiating a journey.
A kiss is not just a kiss, but is… a sonata form.
Smoke in the distance, a lit up sky of the mind.
Nerve endings, translations of a foreign tongue.
Surfaces on surfaces, explorations of design.
Smoke settling haze vapor as love has just begun.
A line that centralizes and guides.
Lumbar curve to cervical curve, a squeeze, a breeze,
Then back, and beyond, in mind bending curvatures,
To a secret place, withholding the secret of bliss majesties,
Unheard of, in depths of forests of unseen verdures.
Silken luxuries invade the mind, dissolving ramparts.
Spell casting, stars across the threshold of star gates.
Accelerating, streams becoming beams, beams becoming bright.
Intertwined minds, moving parts of hearts, interconnected fates.
There was never anything else ever to exist but… Tonight.
Published 16th Jul 2021
Author's Note
I wrote a piece called "To Dream of Fireworks" about two lovers at the fireworks, who find a solitary cove, to be together, ending in a magical kiss. I foresaw maybe a three part write to this.
This is, I guess, the second installment.
I have not written much erotica... I don't know if this is erotica...
Nevertheless... I have always had a fascination with the psychology of fireworks, and most especially, the aftermath of the fireworks... The lingering of smoke... I always loved that feeling...
It is cool to explore, perhaps, what is an infinite amount of extensions of this moment... So many people doing so many things, having so many thought, so many dreams.
This is, I guess, the second installment.
I have not written much erotica... I don't know if this is erotica...
Nevertheless... I have always had a fascination with the psychology of fireworks, and most especially, the aftermath of the fireworks... The lingering of smoke... I always loved that feeling...
It is cool to explore, perhaps, what is an infinite amount of extensions of this moment... So many people doing so many things, having so many thought, so many dreams.
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- Edited 18th Nov 2021 8:45pm
16th Jul 2021 12:32pm
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17th Jul 2021 3:10am
Anonymous
16th Jul 2021 12:43pm
To me this is extremely tender, moving and sexy... comparing a kiss to a Sonata is perhaps one of the loveliest comparisons I've read... the interchanging imagery arouses the senses and almost has the reader surrendering completely to the interconnectedness and the beautiful conveyance of romance...via your poetic voice...
I was so taken with this piece that I read it a few times..
it got better and better...
Really excellent ink, my dear 🙏🏻
A pleasure ✨ 💫 ✨
🌹 - 💙
B
I was so taken with this piece that I read it a few times..
it got better and better...
Really excellent ink, my dear 🙏🏻
A pleasure ✨ 💫 ✨
🌹 - 💙
B
17th Jul 2021 3:13am
