point of view

From this vantage point
straddled above her head
in the darkness of the room
knees pressing indents into
the soft flesh of her arms.
Pink lips, full & soft
Flickering tongue
She is all that I am

salacious sunday

"I wish I were the unguent, O woman,
that I could annoint you.
And the band around your breasts,
and the beads around your neck"
~from an ancient Egyptian papyrus

salacious sunday

Bottomless vales and boundless floods,
And chasms, and caves, and Titian woods,
With forms that no man can discover
For the dews that drip all over ;
~Edgar Allan Poe (Dream-Land)

salacious sunday

'Tis now the very witching time of night,
when churchyards yawn,
and hell itself breathes out
contagion to this world: now could I drink hot blood,
And do such bitter business as the day
~William H Shakespeare (The Hamlet Soliloquies)

forever, not forgotten

With my love I walked in the summer weather,

When the dew of the morning like pearls hung high;
And the sunbeams sifted like gold, as together
We wandered the meadows-my love and I.

And the sky like a primrose bent and listened,
O’er the sapphire sea where the sunlight fell,
Till it thrilled at the touch-and thrilling, glistened;
And the mermaids wound their nautilus-shell.
~Maude Meredith, 1884 (Forgotten)

bound

To be thrilled at the touch of leather,
around by the sound of harsh words,
or satisfied by the security of rigid bondage
is the mark of a lover.

To be thrilled at the opportunity
to provide useful service,
aroused by a pleased nod,
and satisfied by the proverbial job well done,
is the mark of a slave.

It may sound severe. Almost ant-erotic.
Until you see two people, owner and owned,
existing in a complimentary relationship
where each suits the other
like balances on a delicate scale

~Laura Antoniou, The Marketplace

Hallowmass

A butterfly
The last to die,
Wings heavily by.
Weighed down with topor.
The air grows sharper;
And the wind in the trees, like some sad harper,
Sits and sorrows with sigh on sigh.
~Madison J. Cawein