STORM CLOUDS

A poem of lust and desire

STORM   CLOUDS

 

TO THE ONE WHO KNOWS ME… ALL TOO WELL, WITHOUT KNOWING ME AT ALL…

            The connection we share defies all logic and reason. No one can unlock such dark fantasies with but a whisper, yet you have tickled my ear with the kiss of one such whisper, and unleashed desires hidden deep within the layers of darkness of my mind.

            The stage was set long before we met. Deals were made, bets were placed, creating a barrier of fortitude, held together by the sheer strength of will, to keep a promise to stay true, to not falter, to stay strong. All of which, I yearn to toss to the wild wind, to be with you.

            Storm clouds roll in. Thunder rumbles and lightning strikes, always a reminder of my plight.

            This connection cannot be real, these feelings false, this lust untrue. These are just the nightmares seen as dreams in a different light.

            A night of pure lustful delight, would it be wrong? Do I admit I’m weak or keep pretending I am strong?

            Doubts and fears swirl the mind, as what was once read in black and white, has now all turned to grey.

            What is right and what is wrong, it all gets put up into a judge’s court stand. The jesters and the snakes all gather around, hissing, taunting, and teasing, with words from my childhood’s distant past. The verdict is in, but I already knew what it would say….

            Guilty pleasures are all I think about. I crave the touch of your fingers tickling softly across my neck, the fluttering passion with every warm, gentle nibble and kiss. Oh how I crave to be held with desire, to make love in a rage of lust. To submit to you’re every desire, every command, and every wish. Oh how I want to please you.

Storm clouds roll in. Thunder rumbles and lightning strikes, always a reminder of my plight.

            To the one who knows me… All too well, without knowing me at all…

            I struggle everyday, wanting to give in to my dark pleasures. Struggling with the idea of losing you forever, like sand spilling in the wind, never to be grasped again. My dark fantasies you so easily unleashed with a simple whisper will be buried into the deepest layers of darkness of my mind.

            Storm clouds roll in. Thunder rumbles and lightning strikes, always a reminder of my plight.

            

Author's Note

A lustful poem.. because i can
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Reviews

[Jibey]

I liked reading this... somehow it gave me an insight into your vivid imagination and vibrant soul... The background of the rolling thunder and the building storm created an awesome effect... The opening of your fleshly longing to the sultry air, the sense of guilt and yet the power of desire, all created in me a disturbing arousal... I know I have been there too... Sometimes in the night the urge is overwhelming, the longing for connexion, the need for release.. There is an inescapable craving in our inner beings... Connecting through words with another is a way of giving and receiving, a kind of mutual masturbation... a handjob of the mind.