It Comes

It comes like a freight train
rushing through a mountain pass
unstoppable like a hurricane fire
reducing everything to ash

the rush of adrenaline
the power of its pure force
undeniable with all its intent
leaving no remorse behind

no stone unturned in it
nothing left to question
words unspoken still
heard nonetheless

heart to heart
beat for beat
racing forward l
ike the dawn

come on love
come to me now
bring all you have
take me down

its coming my release
from the prison
from all the pride
from all the weight

it comes sure and real
like the burning of the sun
you come for me slowly
stalking your prey

bear down upon me
wash it all away move
me to tears
show me how to pray

ill breathe you in and out
and breathe you in again
the age old connection
has come again

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The Art of the Kiss

At times

I've thought that the art of kissing

moving close

a hand caressing a cheek

that tilt of the head as your eyes flick from his eyes

to his lips

and back again

leaning in as lips graze lips

and you trade breath

and taste

until you to lose your bearings

I thought this was lost

but the kiss -- like anything else worth doing

is art

and must be practised

and perfected

and is better with a muse

Taken

I am hungry

for just a taste

of everything you are

and all that is left.

I press your lips against mine

hard enough to taste you in your absence

I squeeze your fleshy breasts

with lust you will see tomorrow

I reach inside you

pulling your soul out on the tips of my fingers

to hold and caress

while you weep for me

softly

because you are mine.

The Path

I carve

my journey

through fields of flowers

through cold deserted desert nights

through cool running waters I step lightly

through forests that close overhead

my feet hug the ground

of life's uncertain

path





certain only

that it would lead me to you






if but for a moment

Perfect Vision

He molds my eyes to his form

So that I cannot see past

Or around

Or outside



Anything


but Him.

"Love Song" by KellyRed

"Love Song"

One breathless moment, poised
before the flight
The delicious inner struggle to give up the fight
a fist full of red curls
a hand on the back of a pale white neck
A firm caress from a roughened hand across a hot, striped curve of flesh


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