trailing fingertips,
teeth teasing gently at neck,
eyes closed, abandoned
lovers lost to lust,
reckless tumult in darkness,
thrum beat, abandoned
blood drawn, swift flowing,
passing nights to longer days,
flown off, abandoned.
trailing fingertips,
teeth teasing gently at neck,
eyes closed, abandoned
lovers lost to lust,
reckless tumult in darkness,
thrum beat, abandoned
blood drawn, swift flowing,
passing nights to longer days,
flown off, abandoned.
So Twindaddy wants to know which song I associate with my last ex-boyfriend.
Slight problem.
My last ex- boyfriend is my husband of nearly 27 years. How did that happen? Don’t ask me. I was enjoying the rollercoaster at the time.
Every time.
Every. Single. Time.
From that first meeting.
Every time you looked.
Came near.
Dared to speak.
Every time.
The possibility.
I clenched,
knuckles white,
rode the slow ride,
a semi-death,
anticipating climax
in descent.
Every single time.
A fairground attraction.
Deathly fear in
chamber of horrors
that today,
this moment,
would be
the last today.
Waltzers spinning…..
…..whirling mind…..
wondering,
Is this love?
Then we would ride
rollercoaster.
Up, Up, Up!
Neverending upness…..
…..till that peak.
A descent of
Was this love?
I wondered.
I queried.
I asked
of someone,
anyone.
Was this love?
I begged for answers
to an inevitable future.
No right or wrong way
of reckoning.
I wondered.
I queried.
I dismissed.
We paused.
We dated again;
the question ever present.
Was this love?
Was this
Animal?
We talked.
Is this love?
I heard her then.
Asking my questions…..
…..in a pub…..
…..in Glasgow.
And I asked,
Is this love?
We looked.
Paused forever
over
possible ever
or never.
And married
six months later.
Who cares
To renew
A good man?
Who shares
A point of view?
Who wonders at
Right
Or woeful deceit?
Who knows
What
Right
From the wrong?
Who knows what heart lies
Needing?
Who knows where
Urgency
Is met?
Who knows why
Souls
Are confounded
Or why
One look
Makes
The wet
Of desire
And fulfilment
A goal
To achieve,
A
Something
Unexplained
That no one believes?
Who knows
These things?
Not I.
Breaths combined, eyes locked, allured,
Inches far apart,
Rising tide of wanting,
Neither one may start.
Passion builds with waiting
And heated hands do twitch
Reach out to touch, envelop,
Take fever to its pitch.
The look now broken by a thought,
A glance away to press the urge.
Look once more into the soul,
Feel the aching surge.
Now lean to kiss, the slightest touch,
With promises of more.
A tantalising taste of honey,
Shivers to the core.
And all at once, the dam has burst,
And hunger’s needs are met,
Falling to the rising tide
And drenched in wettest sweat.
Assuaged, the delight, the fascination
Ought to be abated,
But longing looks and lustful thoughts know much more
Will come. But that has been X-rated.
Decided to dance a little deeper in life, and wow can spirit dance!
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