The Scarlet of Desire (Redux)

When night falls in shadows which deepen your eyes
Do they whisper of leather or lace
or
Do you long for my desires
For I esteem neither night or day one above the other
 
Mine the dream that passion lives
Not in the set place
The special setting
The contrived moment
That somewhere future day
Passion lives in this moment
The immediacy of now
Fierce
Urgent
Heedless of time or place
 
Fires burn to consume
Thirst seeks to be quenched
Hunger knows only the desire to be filled
So why do we play parts and dance around one another
 
Where is the spark
 
The electric
 
Let me smell your hair caught up in my fist
Breath your scent
Your sex
Heavy in the air as incense
And drink in your kisses through the crush of bruised lips
 
Here
 
NOW
 
You need to hear the sound of your clothing as it tears
Torn away like inhibitions
I want to feel you tattoo your truth in lipstick on my skin
In tellings without words bound upon my soul
Kiss me like a predator come to the feast
A fallen angel
Hell’s fury wrapped in temptation
And let me be your savior
Your impaler
Come and die the little deaths
And share my breath within each kiss
In gasps of desperation
 
Is it just a touch
The searching glide of my rough hands over the smooth of your skin
With fingers that would crave and caress you
Just the lightest of touches
Just there
There
Where the feeling makes you melt into my arms as fingers circle
And you quiver at the deftness of the touch
My voice in your ear the poetry of earnest desire
As you shudder in sighs and moans which need no words to tell
And flow as you tremble for me
For the want of me
At the gentle slide of my fingers
Come and die La petite mort within my arms
Let the rhythm of your sighs be the music to my ears
For my heart has longed to hear a song as beautiful as yours
As you raise the keening of your banshee wail
 
Where is the point where you would gasp
“No more!”
For I would I take you there
And then
Beyond reasons farthest shore
 
Is there a point where words won’t come
Is there’s a place so primal there are no sighs and moans
Only grunts
And gutteral sounds
 
Intimate
 
Passionate
 
Sacred
 
Profane
 
I’d love to see you on your knees
After feeling your legs quiver until they’ve buckled
Are you bound by the thought of me
In bondage to the want of me
Then kneel because of me
A fertile daughter of the earth
Ripe
And pleading to be plowed
 
Would you lay yourself bare
Not simply nude
Lush as that may be
But would you cut the tether and step outside of your skin
Lay the facade down
And eviscerate yourself on the carnality of want
And impale yourself on my starkest need
 
Tooth and nail is the softer telling
Of the red raw trail of blood and sweat
Your nails would write across my skin.
Incantation on parchment
What words can tell the scarlet of desire
 
I need to taste the salt of your sweat as your body writhers in heat
Wracked by the storm
Wet and dripping
Beneath my own
Like serpents coiled are we
And the sweat soaked ringlets of your hair upon your skin
 
Raw
 
I love your nostrils when they flare
Our eyes locked fierce
My look dares the primal gleam within your eyes
 
You have me glistening
what are you going to do about it?