We Are One – Intimate fusion of we

“Blake said that the body was the soul’s prison unless the five senses are fully developed and open. He considered the senses the ‘windows of the soul.’ When sex involves all the senses intensely, it can be like a mystical experience.” – Jim Morrison
 
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I hold you firmly, one hand placing yours above your head

The other, finding its way down the silken trails 
of your neck, your breasts, your hips
Your sighs match my hunger, my hands eagerly 
finding all of you
My mouth, watering from anticipation, finds yours,
Our breath hot and sweet together, like warm chocolate
Tasting the dew from your flowering fields,
I join with you, deep in your love, 
my kisses tender, biting your lip, then your neck,
Drawing a touch of red from my excitement
We fall to the floor, wild vines of passion bind us
Twisting, pushing, feeling, holding, tasting, teasing
Dancing with rhythm, a steadily increasing tempo, 
hypnotic, enticing
I see in your eyes, mischievousness, excitement, 
an appetite for more of me
Falling into you, the branches of our intimacy
Fuel a raging fire, our worlds warmed 
with its white hot glow
The lust driving our souls, planets crashing together
Creating a fusion, elements not on either, now on both,
We are one

Also published in Broowaha
12292011

Gentleness of Strength

“Silk is a fine, delicate, soft, illuminating, beautiful substance. But you can never rip it! If a man takes this tender silk and attempts to tear it, and cannot tear it, is he in his right mind to say “This silk is fake! I thought it was soft, I thought it was delicate, but look, I cannot even tear it” ? Surely, this man is not in his right mind! The silk is not fake! This silk is 100% real. It’s the man who is stupid!” ― C. JoyBell C.

“Be like water making its way through cracks. Do not be assertive, but adjust to the object, and you shall find a way round or through it. If nothing within you stays rigid, outward things will disclose themselves.” – Bruce Lee
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 Gentle, striving to be easy with the hardness life brings. Being gentle when the attack is not against me is easy, but let my lover betray me, let a random act of violence occur, let my child be molested in spite of my best efforts, then it proves supremely difficult to resist hardness. When gentleness is discerned by the predators of man and beast, it signifies vulnerability, a sign that brings pursuit and attack. There is however, a side of gentleness that is contrary to weakness. Warriors learned long ago that deftness, a soft touch, is as deadly as brute force. The less effort, the faster and more powerful you will be. Gentleness learned is self control gained. To deny the victim demeanor and become a survivor, a warrior, requires a necessary application of gentle traits. Hold the knife easy. Squeeze the trigger softly. Bend not break, as a willow in the breeze. Bruce Lee taught the principle: be like water. Water is soft, yielding, and enjoyable to be around, but still maintains a fearful power. Gentleness is not weakness, it is power under perfect control. I’m this gentle soul, the water that gives way, and still I possess a force to overcome the most difficult opponent, whether it be in the form of man or circumstance.

Arachnia – Many ways, many hands, many deaths

“There are spiders whose bite can cause the place bitten to rot and to die, sometimes more than a year after it was bitten. As to why spiders do this, the answer is simple. It’s because spiders think this is funny, and they don’t want you ever to forget them.”
  – Neil Gaiman, Anansi Boys 

 

Brushing lightly against you, a breeze carrying your seeds


Alighting on me, travail of my soul just to begin

Fire burns the course of nature through my primal veins

Caught now by the spider silk of your trouble

I feel the pull of your bite sinking my soul into rapture

Your many hands finding their way, using my body

Your many eyes seeing everywhere I hide

My escape now wound in your lair, wander lust begins

In circles you lead me, my mind numb with senses raging

One escape grabs my fainting sight, away from you I fly

Also published in Broowaha 
01192012