His

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the rhythm was overwhelming,
so deep within her, 
it was all she felt,
her breath syncing to him,
until she was so lost,
she wasn’t certain she was breathing at all

he’d woven himself inside her,
threading and stitching,
mapping a patchwork of every moment,
a pattern so colorful she didn’t need
open eyes to see;
it just was and always would be

she knew this,
she knew it like she knew 
things that just are, 
like fire in the pit of her belly,
concrete and steel
in the marrow of her bones

that’s why, when his fingers
gripped her throat,
she wasn’t afraid,
in fact, she was quite the opposite;
in this moment she was more alive 
than she’d ever been

just his, and nothing else

it was just he and her
and the rhythm,
the rhythm of them,
the absence of space between, 
slippery skin, all muscle and no time,
for time had ceased to exist

and, oh god, her body knew his touch,
craving it more than air, even,
wanting,
no, 
needing to spill over,
desperate,
urgent

except, her mind was so 
intertwined with his,
that her body had no choice but to wait,
humming, full to capacity,
floating, suspended,
awaiting his permission

and with just one phrase,
three words, hot in her ear, 
taking root in her center,
her body obeyed,
in heaves and trembles and moans,
all belonging to him

she belonged to him

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Ethereal (Quadrille)

breath slowing, syncing to yours,
time’s passing ceased

behind clenched eyelids, passion’s spark ignited the heavens,
singular universe created

my body had attained memory of you,
but our souls had achieved much more 

I knew then we’d gained something 
only spirits are privy to

-image credit 8tracks.com, shared in response to DVerse’s Quadrille prompt, spark

Waiting, a Limerick

Every breath was an anvil pressing down,
A weight so heavy, she thought she might drown.
Or maybe she hoped,
At the end of her rope;
The wait torture, watching clock circle ‘round.

The door creaked open, new face peaking out,
Dreamy eyes, warm smile, expression devout.
Sighing, she just knew,
She’d rope him in, too;
In his eyes, she’d seen easiest route.

-Shared in response to the daily prompt (wait), the DVerse Homophone (weight/wait, new/knew) prompt, and Mind and Life Matters’ homonym limerick challenge (rope). Click the links to join in and read more! Image credit Inc.com.

McBiteMe


The girls have stopped asking for ‘actual good food’, but then began to write ‘Chinese take out’ on the board every week for their food requests. I kept erasing it, so now they’ve resorted to writing on the board the things we verbally say no to, food or not. My oldest (she’s 15, Gods help us) wants another pair of Doc Martens and I said no. Last night she asked for a McFlurry and I said no. I woke up to this on the board….except that last phrase is M’s handwriting, lol. 

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your lips are some kind of magic

when they touch me,
time stops as my body catches fire,
surging from the inside out,
rippling gooseflesh, alive,
trembling with need,
urgent

I don’t even notice where I am,
but I damn sure know I’m with you

and all I want is more

-image credit wishespoint.com

Trivial

am I irrelevant?

I suppose asking

that question is like

pissing in the wind,

when the answer

is likely to be twisted,

pointed back in my direction,

the wall of defense too thick,

when I’m left feeling peripheral,

in focus only when my voice is loud,

the squeaky wheel getting the grease,

a game of manipulation,

one I’m no longer

willing to play,

when my thinking of you

and hoping you’ll do the same

becomes inconsequential,

exteraneous,

irrelevant,

ash, blowing in the wind