Nails

I admire my lady’s

latest manicure

adore the colour and

shapeliness whilst being

fully alive to the

weals those nails

will leave on my back

when she repays my

admiration with

passion.

 

(For the consent for the lovely image of @Lelasdesires on Tumblr, I thank her, and it has nothing to do with her or her life but is merely my imagination.)

Red

She saw red behind her
eyelids as she
shuddered, her synapses
sparking wildly as
images of all her
lost friends slid by,
judged by geeks or worse by
some abstract algorithm
determining whether she might be
human after all.

With the wonderful image of espera1609, whose tumblr might well be lost forever after this month, amidst the ongoing infantilisation of the internet. Don't you think we should all protest the loss of adult spaces? Or do we love kittens and puppies too much?

After/Before

Sometimes she imagined them
just closing the door
dressed and emptied
but then she imagined
heavy footsteps on the stairs and
a soft kiss on her
sullied face.

(With the kind permission of @espera1609 for the use of her image, with no aspersions on her life)

Pose and Poise

I am the “i” between

pose and poise

between a wry smile and

shyness

knowing the lust

nudity engenders that

forgets the

“I” between

pose and poise.

(Photo with the kind permission of @espera1609 on Tumblr)

Different Geometries

A poor student, I
struggled with geometry
though it was only
straight lines and angles.

But then you
sauntered into my life, all
curves and complexity and
different geometries.


 

(Image used by kind permission of Holden-and-Camille.com  and Holden-and-Camille.Tumblr.com to whom I am most grateful and you should go visit. The poem is my imagination and is not a reflection of their lifestyle)

Rusted

She felt rusted
knew there was only
one kind of oil that would
unhinge her and she
didn’t even care if he
kept his damned
socks on.

(With the kind permission of the wonderful @espera1609 on Tumblr--go visit her!)

Unpinned

Spread open like a
butterfly but
unpinned in
anyone's cabinet you
dance and
kick the walls
with your strong
bare feet.

With thanks to the wonderful photo of @espera1609 on Tumblr

Riddles

She chose mazes and

whorls, questions and

riddles in the clothes she

wore to work, hoping some

passing Loki would

unriddle her.

 

(Image used by kind permission of Holden-and-Camille.com  and Holden-and-Camille.Tumblr.com to whom I am most grateful and you should go visit. The poem is my imagination and is not a reflection of their lifestyle)

"Beklemmt, Behindert...."

We all have special needs

ill met under an

assortment of lights, our

passions tight-bound in a

sac hidden inside us, waiting to

burst if only our

fingers could find it.

With thanks to the wonderful photograph by @Espera1609

Creases

Women aren't just curves but
curlicues and creases,
folds, crevasses,
mazes for us to get
lost in.

(With thanks to the wonderful photo of @espera1609)

Torment

She could barely bear the
torment, denied her hands or his
body pressed against her, just her
mind imagining pleasure and
pain and eveything
in between.

Image courtesy of espera1609 on Tumblr. Go look at her work.

Blue-Stocking

He suspected that once he'd
unfurled her blue stockings
he would unleash a
wild animal so waking
scratched and exhausted by her
shrill demands he was somehow
relieved to find her
curled up with a good book.

 

(Image used by kind permission of Holden-and-Camille.com  and Holden-and-Camille.Tumblr.com to whom I am most grateful and you should go visit. The poem is my imagination and is not a reflection of their lifestyle)

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Key in a Lock

As the sun made its
lazy way across the sky
she waited in her
chosen pose
feeling the light
stripe her body
her senses alert for the
scratch of a key
against the
lock of her door.

(Image courtesy of the lovely espera1609 on Tumblr, with thanks)

Touch Me

Touch me like you meant it: like
you meant to caress me; like
you meant to spank me; like
you meant to possess me; like
you meant to mark me; like
you meant to kiss me; like
you meant to make me come; like
you meant to keep me wanting,
you meany, keeping me waiting.

(Image courtesy of the wonderful @Espera1609.tumblr.com)

Furious Fingers

The world was too much,

the world that glanced at her

quiet, clothed self and

ignored it when inside was

tightly contained the

explosive orgasm of herself only her

furious fingers could

elicit.

(Image by kind permission of @Espera1609.tumblr.com who you should go visit)

Sometimes

Sometimes you feel like

Andromeda chained to a rock

uncertain what

tentacled fate awaits you

Sometimes you’re in a big

Victorian house where servants

bustle past and

snigger at your nudity

Sometimes its an

artist’s studio where you can hear the

bristles brush your

flesh onto canvas

Sometimes you imagine

cold steel on your

wrists and feet and not your

iron will

Sometimes you hear a door

slam and a long silence

then an opening and the

sound of many feet

Sometimes you weep from

both ends as you

wait for some breath

sign or touch

Sometimes the wait is long but

always ends with a kiss

a strong clasp and a

whispered word

 

(Image used by kind permission of Holden-and-Camille.com  and Holden-and-Camille.Tumblr.com to whom I am most grateful and you should go visit. The poem is my imagination and is not a reflection of their lifestyle)

Ecstasy of Pain

There was ecstasy in her pain, the
discomfort of hard wood and
long exposure, her cold body
contorted, creased with effort,
commanded by the lens and his
oh so far away desire.

Image with kind permission of espera1609 on Tumblr who you should go visit.

Unadorned

I always loved you
naked and unadorned
warding day off and
beckoning me back to your
essential mineral taste
sweet and tart.

(Image used by kind permission of Holden-and-Camille.com  and Holden-and-Camille.Tumblr.com to whom I am most grateful and you should go visit. The poem is my imagination and is not a reflection of their lifestyle)

Terpsichore

I danced to
delight, to
light those
fires of
desire, forever
sear my image
on your soul.

(Photo with the kind permission of @espera1609 who you should go visit)

You Knew

You knew when you

bought it that your

lovely lingerie would be

ruined, your stockings tight about

wrists and bedposts, your

damp panties blinding you, your

bra yanked down to pout your

breasts for unknown mouths, your

mouth gasping, agape for

someone’s sex.

You knew their smells

hung about you as you

woke him, and yet he

kissed you passionately,

rolled under you,

slid into your

abused wet centre, tasting

man and woman as you

whispered your debauchery and

rode his beloved body.

 

(Image used by kind permission of Holden-and-Camille.com  and Holden-and-Camille.Tumblr.com to whom I am most grateful and you should go visit. The poem is my imagination and is not a reflection of their lifestyle)

And with thanks for inspiration to lelasdesires.tumblr.com