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Friends.
That is what we have become,
what we must be,
sharing in each other's company
if only once a week.....
to move and sweat
and breathe;
twisting and stretching,
both of us connecting
to something deeper within us.
Feeling an electricity
when our slippery skin accidentally collides;
our sweat like lighter fluid
ready to ignite
within the small confines
of this spiritual sanctuary.
We dine
We talk
We laugh
It's become our dance.
Careful not to gaze too long
or smile too wickedly;
each of us feeling the residual heat
from a passion that once threatened
to spin out of control.
The space between our encounters
dulling my desire
for a momentary tryst,
until I find myself
in your strong embrace once more.
We flirt at the edge of right and wrong
A heat that is still present
when I look at you
and see the longing in your eyes.
A simmering between us;
a deep desire for one kiss.
To taste each other once again.
The one kiss that would bring this simmer
back to a rolling boil;
spilling over in an unrelenting passion.
I reluctantly pull myself away from the edge;
away from the lustful flames that entice my senses;
making my heart race with excited anticipation.
I retreat back to the life I have chosen,
relieved that I can still call you "friend".
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ah, the flirting at the edge of right and wrong! - a dangerous lonely place to be, there at the edge of the abyss! beautiful words, lady!
ReplyDeleteI will write these elsewhere and not post them here if you wish but I can't promise I won't reply to your work. It is too much fun and my reply much too easy. I write for the love of poetry but hope I can be your friend.
ReplyDeletePrecarious Times
Your dangerous shape
tastes like pepper drink stinging
my tongue and changes
my heart, pushing me
farther than I'd go alone,
on my own power,
exposing my red red
blood to the heat of your lair.
You have woven bonds
of your scent, of your
eyes that flash a siren's light
and hold me swollen.
Wow! Thank you for that Christopher! Write away! I always enjoy reading the poetic works of others.
ReplyDeleteWe flirt at the edge of right and wrong
ReplyDeleteA heat that is still present
when I look at you
and see the longing in your eyes.
you took my breath away with those lines! extremely tempting..;)
A simmering between us;
ReplyDeletea deep desire for one kiss.
To taste each other once again.
The one kiss that would bring this simmer
back to a rolling boil;
spilling over in an unrelenting passion.
Very passionate lines above and i could almost feel it :)