full of hushed wonder
.
She walks slowly in the dark, bare feet against wooden boards. The door wasn’t closed so she snuck in, to watch, to sit and observe a sleeping breath, and a chest rise and fall.
It brought peace to her, the moonlight moving through the clouds and that warm heart in slumber.
Gently, she sits on the mattress, barely on the side. Stroking an arm with an absent mind.
Not completely sure why she was here and not in her room; while those thoughts run through her a wave of sensation hits her. Her hand moving up to her neck, sudden pain in her lungs.
Don’t let it take you, no oxygen under your fears.
For a moment she just sits, frozen to the spot, the only sounds are her short gasps, and as her stare falls down in panic, dark eyes star at her back in the night, a hand catching hers and grabbing on tightly. The pain in her lungs expands whirling around as if hungry for more space, a space that her body couldn’t provide.
The fingers around her hand loosen up and start to glide, dancing in unfamiliar notes.
Tones in the silence, persistent vibration lighter than a hush,
a call without the need of words.
Slowly gazing at the one peacefully laying in the bed, at those soft features that seem to harness so much in their depth. The calm of the ocean with faded stars, long-forgotten storms, and earthquakes on the verge of a break. Melted lava in chocolate pools, flames hiding under a restless skin. These cells scream of tamed passion, yet the lips only whisper softly.
Beware of matches, once lit up it will become eternal.
Her hand escapes, but never leaving those eyes, a moment of in-between a breath, and her hand moves up, thumbs tracing a touch. Fingertips slipping past a wrist and up the arm. A notion so light, that it makes the hair raise with electricity.
Past the elbow and grabbing, digging nails in. Exhale. And gently now. Up the shoulder, make circles on the surface of the waters. Through ripples of time, I taste you. Her hand moves down only to return, this time faster, more ravenous. Hungry. Inhale. She stops and stares into eyes the became the darkest coals in the universe. A voice escapes those lips that she lingers on for so long, as they seem to want to swallow her up.
Don’t stop, dance with me.
Her hand sinks in deeper into a strong shoulder, nails once again sinking into the matter of this flesh that she is so drawn to. Deeply, strongly, without hesitation. Strong pull on a million strings.
Release love, you don’t want to get burned before you could light up. She trambles from that overpowering voice, heated honey on ruthless steel. Together, a delight that speaks of mayhem. Sweet insanity under the moon.
Trace me, learn me.
This beautiful creature calls me, pulls me in. Her fingers glade against the collar bone, the neck, a jaw that speaks of sharpness, but that curves into a softness of a cheek. A hand slips to the back of the neck and grabs the hair at the bottom, pushing the head to the side. Strength, power, ultimate hunger. Deep breaths. Lips settle on a smoothed outline of a neck, they sink in with lightness that sings with tenderness.
I will be both to you. She speaks in an overtaking murmur. Not one or the other, just a galaxy that forgot to breathe. In the cosmos there is cold. In this bed there is you, and that lits a fire under my bones.
You need to keep dancing within me. A hoarse voice whispers, on the edge of insanity covered in sugary syrup.
Dark orbs stare at her as she moves away just inches to inspect her muse. She tries not to sink too deeply into them. She makes herself speak in this quiet room, to the body lying beside her.
Do you want to tell me something, do you want me to stop moving? Those eyes call her as intensely as that voice that she hears next.
Delicious, isn’t it?
What is? She asks, barely breathing, her senses taking over her mind. No straight thought in sight.
To experience me... to experience us?
It burns my tongue.
That must mean you’re doing it right. Those sheets slipt too easy, hand grazing against soft skin. Lines around those thighs build from an instrument. Fingers glade against the harmony of breathless sighs.
I want to play you. Strong hands pull her into the cosmos, lightning faded stars under a moan.
But you already are. My strings are yours, they belong to you.
Silent hands move into a symphony, caressing the deeper tones and sighing with higher vibrations. waist, arms, hands, thighs, nothing is enough... circle back, start over. Use the instrument right. Use it well, sink in. She moves up and stops just inches before eyes that burn without pain.
I want to create music within your cells. And I don’t want to stop.
The universe gazes at her and swallows her oceans. Drinking her tides and filling her up with stars constructed of dark matter that does on hold back, yet waits with dangerous patience. Smoldering that feels so good.
Create me, so I can blaze without fear.
Play me on an endless loop that whispers only of you.
My muse whispers and I am hers.
This night consumes, it has no end. Illuminating fibers of measured souls hold no lies. There is no tomorrow, no morning. Just us at this moment, as soft petals color of your lips, cover my bruises and scars with care.
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Without Touching
I want to make love
To your mind
Without touching.
Feel the ecstasy
As your breath catches,
A short gasp.
By the beauty of my words
Your skin pricks,
Sensitive
To my untouching hands.
Your mind swirls
Parting your thoughts
As your legs respond
And my words encircle you,
Wrapping around you
Like arms
In a tender embrace.
My kiss makes you sigh
Even from here
And you know I love you.
soul eclipse
I close my eyes and make a wish…
I wish to gently glide my fingertips across your unknown skin. Causing the most exhilarating goosebumps as I hear you exhale the words; I've longed to hear the moment my soul recognized yours…
show me your galaxy
I grip your waist pulling your body against mine relishing in the feel of such a warm star colliding against my foundation, causing soft ripples of desire. We slow dance to one of your favorite songs as I softly hum by your ear as my hands tenderly glide up under the back of your shirt, lightly raking my nails against warm flesh causing small shivers and blended moans.
My mouth waters at the sight of your shoulder calling to me, begging me to taste untainted flesh. A guttural moan escapes from me as I bring my lips to your shoulder slowly devouring your skin, tasting your DNA.
This is no ordinary connection
Our body slowly grinds against each other, a soul rhythm only written for us. This is our cosmic dance moving at a slow but excruciating pace. My lips want to run wild all over the map of you but there is still control hovering in the air. Trailing kisses up your neck feeling the blood pump in your veins as I graze my teeth along your skin before softly biting down on your pulse. Your hands quickly gripped the back of my head grabbing a hand full of dark hair in the palm of your hand.
a soft whimper escapes your lips as I devour your flesh not knowing I needed something for this long. I didn't know you existed and my thirst for you under all this control begging to be set free. I slowly pull away from your neck…
lips were swollen as I stare into your eyes seeing the passion under such a deep ocean. I can feel your restraints free you from being tamed for so long. My eyes beg for you to challenge me, I whisper…
smack me
Your eyes briefly flash a deep cerulean and I can sense your hesitation. I wrap my arms around your waist flushing your body against mine as I lean down and whisper into your mouth.
smack me
a frustrated growl escapes your lips…
I'm pushing buttons that no one has ever pushed before. You want to hate it, but you love it more than you thought you could. It’s that part of you that you hide from the rest of the world, yet you think no one sees, but I see you and it's beautiful to taste your own darkness occasionally.
You push against my shoulders, stepping away from me as your hand collides against my cheek, the sound of fireworks exploding in the darkest night as my eyes darken from the sting. The look of surprise etches across your face, but your eyes whisper your truth…
you want more
a small smile begins to form upon my face and that taunts you.
taste of your own darkness, love
your hand comes up to swing again but I catch it in mid-swing, breathing heavy as I grip your wrist, bringing it down to your side.
tell me no and I will walk away
The most vibrant blues stare deep into my core, the silence is deafening but your soul calls for me like no other. I slowly push you against the wall, pinning your hands above your head. I hear you whimper softly.
shh, I just want to feel you
My free hand softly grips your neck as I lean in, slowly kissing your lips, savoring moondust and honey, moving slowly, taking you in. I release your hands above your head as my hand trails down your galaxy, feeling warm skin against my fingertips.
such warmth
fingers dance creating the melody of our souls…hips move in cadence as nails grip flesh and tongues taste the burning light of the sun and the moon coming together for the first time.
So many unworthy meteors collided into your foundation…
I’m meant to dance within your moon, in a cosmic rhythm written for us and us alone. The melody we hum in between soft sighs and long breaths brings us closer to eternity
one powerful thrust from the sun that longed for you from the dawn of time and you are restored. Your moonbeams emanate an ethereal light, illuminating the night sky as you come undone in my arms.
The rare times when the sun and moon coexist under the blanket of a soul eclipse
Chemistry
The moment our eyes met and you smiled at me,
The air in the room changed.
The moment you asked me out,
The intensity of my feelings frightened me.
The moment we first kissed, as chaste as it was,
The knowledge that I was forever changed existed.
The moment our passion moved beyond kissing,
The hunger for more persisted.
The moment that we had that close call in your bedroom,
The chemistry was palpable and wanted to be fulfilled.
The moment you told me there was another and this had to end,
The knowledge of missed opportunity to fill my passion broke my heart.
The moment I knew that I wasn't normally wired to have this powerful chemistry,
The regret for not losing my virginity to you caused me pain.
The moment I knew we were never meant to be together forever,
The wisdom showed me I should have taken full advantage of our sexual chemistry.
Our Stairwell
Baby, I knew the taste of your lips before I even knew your full name
And I can still feel your fingertips,
Like phantom touches on my arm,
I can still feel the cold cement of the wall.
As you used it to press me against you,
Caught between a literal rock and a hard place if you will.
God, I can still see your face
Your dark eyes,
Made deeper with desire
Like two abyss' that illustrated your burning fire
And your rosy lips,
Full and plump.
Bruised from my abuse
Make out sessions always seemed to escalate between me and you.
I still feel the scruff of your beard,
As you placed kisses down my neck,
Feel the heaving of my chest
As you towered over me,
Nipping and biting my flesh.
As you dug your nails into my soft skin,
Leaving a mark, so people would know "She's his"
I traced small circles on your collar bone
The only part of your caramel skin you let show
And I trailed my hands up so that they were cupping your face
But you pulled them away.
You always liked when I was pinned,
Said my arms got in the way.
So I watched as your hands swallowed mine
A serious look on your face
I still smell your cologne
Its scent is embedded in my skin,
Still fell the love marks you left me with
I still hear your moans,
As you touched me.
My voice quivering with every kiss
Your voice darkened with lust,
As your hands roamed down, grasping my butt.
I remember your words bouncing off the walls,
An echo of all the things you wanted to be done.
You always did say stairwells were the most 'fun'.
Your hands went lower,
And I let out a shudder,
Trying to cover my face.
I remember being cold,
The stairwell was freezing,
But your hands were burning,
As you touched me all over the place
Scorching my skin
With your crimson fingertips
And I remember thinking the sharp contrast in our temperatures
Was just another way we were different.
Your hands ran up my thighs
And you expelled a wordless sigh
As I braced my head against the wall
You moved your hips slowly
My back arched unknowingly
And you took that as a 'go'
In one frantic motion, you had managed to undo my buttons and my pants
You took step back,
But I longed for you to be closer
A grin spread slowly across your face
“I have to say I like you better that way” you sighed, gesturing to me wild state.
My panties were peeking out, and my hair was all over
The straps of my bra falling over my shoulder.
You licked your lips,
Like a lion ready to pounce.
You moved the hair out of my face gently
Before roughly kissing me on the mouth
Your fingers began exploring
Playing the piano on my clit
As I took a sharp gasp with every nerve you hit.
You ran your tongue down my jawline
Dipping your head lower and lower
Until you were biting through my clothes.
Sucking the sensitive flesh exposed
I moaned your name,
Which tasted like honey on my lips
As every syllable danced across my tongue
You placed a hand on the wall
And even though our skin was touching it still felt like we were worlds apart.
I needed you closer
Needed you on top of me
Needed every square inch of our bodies to be touching
You pulled down the lace, with a forceful yank
And spun me around so we were no longer face to face
You pressed me into the wall,
The damp cement making my chest hard
As you covered your arms over mine and began to thrust
First slow,
Then rough
And before long we here huffing
Yelling each other's names,
You peppering kissing across my shoulder blades
And when it was all over I looked back to see you,
But your image began to fade
For you were just a memory
A mistake I had made,
And your vision remained
Every day since
Our last stolen stairway kiss
Therapy.
She rests her head on his burnt orange chase.
”Can we talk about our last visit?”
”Yes, how have you been since our last session any more dreams?”
She inhales the atmosphere scented lavender and patchouli.
”Yes, I left something out about my dreams well more like someone.”
She sits upright facing the therapist his leg resting on the other his pen attached to his left hand.
Her hands placed by her side; she starts to elaborate.
”Well last time I told you it was the cat that knocked the candle over it was actually your foot that knocked it over I was on top of you—you were erect inside of me you had your hands placed here.”
she points to her hips, tracing her finger to the middle of her lap leaving it there.
He repositions his leg clearing his throat.
”Our bodies are pressed together when the fire starts your face is flush a lot like right now.”
He sets his pen aside, placing the notepad on his desk he is next to her on his burnt orange chase. He imagines what it's like to be her patient.
”Is there anything else you left out?” he says he leads her hand to his bulge his eyes retreat into his lids his chin in the air as she rubs him the right way.
”Can you put me in your mouth?” he pleads.
Katoptronophilia and the Philosopher’s Stone
******
“He leaned into whisper some of his unmentionable things in her ear.
She chuckled softly, pressed a finger to his lips and purred, “shhhhh, no talking - let us be as mirrors.”
******
Katoptronophilia and the Philosopher’s Stone
He leaned into her, whispering,
His most unmentionable things.
Gently teasing her ears, softly
She chuckled, yielding.
Pressed a finger to his lips,
Let there be no talk.
Let us be as mirrors.
Our flesh a map to explore.
Use the heavens for senses,
We'll navigate the stars .
He feared there'd be reflections,
Of shadows yet to be.
She knew fears were but shadows,
Waiting to be freed.
He smelled of earth and sunshine,
Sage, on a bright and clear day.
Her skin was bathed in ocean salt,
Lotus blossoms, but only through the dark.
Her fingers danced like butterflies,
His skin was her cocoon.
His kisses were as bee stings,
Her flesh suited his old wounds.
His fingers traipsed as spider legs,
Drawing out his passion.
Her kisses were his elixir,
Plump and filled, an esoteric knowledge.
Their bodies were of alchemy,
A ripened, philosopher’s stone.
With every bite of pomegranate,
Another seed was sown.
He pressed a finger to her mouth,
Their bodies violently quaked.
Her silence was his avalanche,
His spellbound ways her path.
There's a certain liberty in shadows,
When eyes lock, and echo past.
~ N.E. Philomèle ©2020
A Near Miss
Nearly lost on busy, familar streets
Hidden in the dun of the city's night
Invisible to the bustle of hopeless throngs
Detached from those people buzzing by
Until her fiery eyes hook into me true.
Directions alter, predestined plans changed
Pulled into the seductive gravity well of her
Nudged by simple curiosity or primality
The calculus of my near forgotten desires,
A feminine mystery worth exploring.
Drifting behind her sensual wake,
Branching away from the river of souls
She turns her head, shooting another smile
For just my eager eyes, my growing hunger
Or perhaps acknowledging I am hers to sway.
A music blares, for similar couples grinding
In this long, forgotten place of worship
Of new lovers awakened and ensnared
She presses against me fully, arousing me further
And I am awakened to her near naked truth
The chamber reeks of raw sex and rawer wants
Of hundreds suddenly recalling
The truest meaning of life.
To touch, to feel, to slowly seduce
To fuck and become more than singular.
Her hand drags me far away
To a seclude, to be more alone.
To allow her to such selfish probings
Of tearing my proper garments free
To show me she is just as enslaved.
I succumb to her layered scents
The created perfumes that mask her
And baser aromas that are hers alone
Those raw ones that tease of her desires
Those that make my mouth want even more.
Mouths locked, pinning her against the wall
Her legs wrapped around me, a trap in truth
Her hands guiding me into her shallows and depths
A temporary missing piece, we now a completed puzzle
Of lust and sin and illicit expressions
Of wet, sticky releases
Of screams and moans
Of animal instincts
Of sentient longings
Of pleasures deeper than technological distractions
She whimpers in our aftermath
And kisses in a finality
Yet the sparkle in her eyes,
Hint that this simple connection
Needs often repeating.
We flow back through the music,
Out into the dun of the long night
Separated by opposing flows of reality
Connected now by a fleeting, sacred memory
And a hope of future things to come.
Nearly lost on busy, familar streets
Engulfed in the dun of the city's deep night
Invisible to the bustle of endless throngs
I finally lose her in the empty chaos
Yet, I feel more clearly than I did before her.
