Saturday 29 December 2018

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.)

Monday 3 December 2018

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?

Sunday 25 November 2018

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)

Tuesday 16 October 2018

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)

Monday 1 October 2018

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)

Saturday 22 September 2018

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!)

Friday 27 July 2018

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

Tuesday 10 July 2018

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)

Sunday 10 June 2018

"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

Monday 28 May 2018

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)

Monday 30 April 2018

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.

Tuesday 17 April 2018

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)

Sunday 15 April 2018

I am honoured to be included in this august list :)

Thursday 12 April 2018

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)

Friday 6 April 2018

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)

Wednesday 28 March 2018

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)

Tuesday 27 March 2018

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)

Sunday 4 March 2018

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.

Saturday 3 March 2018

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)

Friday 2 March 2018

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)

Monday 1 January 2018

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