When you look at me like that �
Dark and smoky, simmering with passion �
You know I can't think of much.
Instead, I am consumed by
Dark and smoky simmering passion
I see in your eyes.
I am consumed by
Thoughts of you. You know that,
I see it in your eyes.
You look my way just once and I
Can think of nothing else! You know you
Can make my thoughts race
With one look my way. Just once I
Think about your body in sheets
Which makes my thoughts race
On to our plans for tonight.
You know I can't think of much
Besides your body in sheets
And our plans for tonight
When you look at me like that.
wings
left
alone
in mental
darkness, certain
and fearful, knowing.
self-punished. inflicting
ego-bruising welts
and scars more hurt-
ful than the
Master's
words
a-
wareness
of a bro-
ken promise eats
away at me and
aches until the misdeed
has been paid for. my
tears are worthless and
my freedom is
in these words
that i
write
Come here
I want you
I want your hungry mouth
against mine.
I need to taste your lips,
feel them sliding across my skin,
drinking sweet wine
infused with desire.
My body aches,
filled with wild demanding need
To feel your starving hands and mouth
Hungrily caressing my body.
I need your skin beneath my hands,
your body thrilling to my touch.
We will feed each other
And be satisfied.
Silk ropes and gilt halters
at the horse fair. Girls
shake shiny manes, stamp their feet,
bare teeth and shape mouths
into desirable smiles
that could be grimaces of
distaste. And they pace
between the ropes that define
the limits of their
lives until they are sold and
taste freedom � on a lead rope.
Trinities
(I)
rouge red rose repeat
three times; elegant symbols
of secret knowledge
transposed into vibrant life
by way of glowing petals
(II)
Rouge red rose opens
it's velvet petals slowly.
Glistening with dew.
Soft red petals part
beneath my fingers as it
blooms before my eyes.
(III)
petals unfurl into
full bloom and fall away
from budding desire;
producing milk and honey
to anoint the one who
drink deeply from its center.
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All work � Shulasmith Smith, 2004, unless otherwise noted.