Ashes

the butterfly is warming up

Light my eyes up

with smoldering remains

of promises

Flip the switch of lust

with a tracing fingertip

along the whispers

 

Soft caresses mark

the spot of longing...

arches of pale light

break the slow sighs...

 

A smile

A twitch

 

rumples the sheet

The low hum of needing

races along electric skin

charged by small trappings

of kisses made by the intent

of sinking deeper

into

self

Reviews

[Narnie]

Oh I love this. Seriously. I am desperately trying to think romantically lately and fail badly. This is the difference between a full on snog (does that translate over the Pond?) and those gorgeous slow kisses that last forever while everything moves slowly around. Yum. I really like this.

[Forest Green]

Passion splashes upon the consciousness revelations of ancient, seemingly timeless repetitions of that which is very illusive and challenging to describe.

You've done well with the topic...nicely done.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Soft caresses mark
the spot of longing...
arches of pale light
break the slow sighs..

WOW truly amazing work, the embers of love leave a lasting mark up on scorched hearts. Astounding!!

[Ed Hart]

so, what time do you get off?