Open to the calmness
that is our soul,
when it is recognized
and at peace,
we will walk
towards our fate.
Tag Archives: Submission
Confidence
Her wisdom
Hints towards assurance,
While her eyes reveal
Confusion,
But the light blushing
Across her fair skin
Reveals
Everything.
His Chest
I came across
With fingers, gently .
Tips to skin
Lingering upon chest,
Muscles strong, aging
Beautifully,
Which held stories
Of life, working
Pain and pleasure.
Thriving heartbeat
Awakened sensations
Within me,
Pump pump pump
Felt. Enjoyed. Eased.
I’d been there before,
Or hadn’t,
But I will be again.
Exquisitely Prepared
He slowly wakes her,
quiet, and the only one
as love’s color lays upon velvet petals, he hums.
His hands feel her beautiful,
remarkable, softly serene. His murmur, awakening her scent at dawn, leads her blossoming.
Helios, Titan god of her sun, stretches and whispers she is exquisite, mine and for now, done.
Here
All I keep thinking
is I took you home with me,
from here: my world.
Inside me,
there is a rhythm,
a melody and a presence
I recognize.
Weakening into a strength,
inside this cool air,
allowed me
to breathe, to feel
and be myself.
The quietness,
awakening my core
as I heard the sound of love;
pure devotion, nothing more.
I keep this spirit,
this lead, and confidence,
close.
You’re thriving,
more than simply alive
behind my breasts.
You’re beating continuously,
effortlessly wild,
yet, this isn’t enough.
I belong with you, here.
On Her Own
Watching,
her flourish,
pink, shy blossoms,
all on her own.
anticipating,
an open view,
settling,
on a front row seat,
through slats of a fence.
longing to touch,
desiring,
a position at her attempt,
yet, you’ve refrained.
seeing her beauty unfold,
with the rhythm of yours,
acceptable,
this morning.
for I see the hesitation,
feel the need,
and witness the control,
you have within yourself,
to let her approach,
innocently.
knowing,
eventually a fragrance will,
settle upon your face,
and you will breathe again,
as the sigh of her submission,
honors you.
Ready
adroitly groomed, lured
borne, surely waiting
warm breath upon her
a desire to be set free
effortlessly anticipating
where he needs her to be
Light
Clearly anxious, misinformed, she,
Caught up in believing half truths.
Effortless care, still a mystery,
Darling, then along came you.
A path you provided, as her lead,
Encouraged life bright from blue.
A lady, now reborn and finally free,
Adorning light from shadowy hue.
Observing strength, submitting,
From your power, her soul drew.
Radiant eyes beaming belief,
I look in the mirror, I see you.
Sheer Focus
Just beyond this perfection,
Hard to change your focus, I know,
But, please do.
Overlook, no matter how hard it is,
Notice the wild grass protecting her,
I’m in love, I confess,
With verdant offerings.
Little bursts of flowers,
Purple and yellow,
Visions of wheat,
Now between your teeth,
Perhaps placed, behind your ear.
Earth, tickling my cheek, sprouting,
Life sways, as I try to convince,
Subtle beauty, I tease, can be just as intense.
Spring’s sky, perfectly blue,
Your smile, while we’re here,
Gently becomes our collective laugh,
As our eyes gaze upon her once again.
That one there… the one we looked past,
Her name: Sheer tangerine,
Count her petals,
Tell me she looks like me.
His All Along
Sip of honeysuckle
Let it linger
Upon your tongue
Nature’s nourishment
Feast on her
Mmm, as sweet as they come
Seductive in sunshine
Succumbs: no longer hinders
What’s been his all along
Rules
I’ve taught myself,
My eyes see each line.
Every intertwining part,
And how I wish they wouldn’t.
Definition in absolutes,
Best seen in piceous,
On a backdrop of gray.
When I look too far,
Spherical shapes calm me,
Hanging, swaying with ease.
Moments when I wish,
I approved of curves.
Yet, if I allowed,
You would insist.
Breath Of A Poetess
The calmness I inhibit,
Not created by waves,
Of a tattered windsock.
Sounds of the flapping,
And the eventual snap,
Correcting all my doubts.
But the gentle wearing,
Of a used open flag,
As it slides about.
Caressing and whispering,
Mirth,
A moment of unnerving.
While I submit,
Into wonderment,
Of love and longevity.
The fraying, I cling to,
Wondering,
Am I enough.
Submersed
From my toes
Up and past my hips
Through my core
Across my chest.
Among my lips
With a hint
Inside my mouth
Nourished.
Then slowly over
My red hair
You cover me
I promise.
I’m completely
Submerged
In thoughts of you.
Proven by,
This tremble
On my fingertips
As water
Consumes.
Lead…
Can’t you,
please?
I ask, however,
Begging, it seems.
Capture, my essence,
And tell them,
For me.
Express my need,
Rooted inside,
Verdant grounding.
You must show,
How going without,
suffocates.
Robs me,
Of who I am.
My Muse,
Only you know.
This trail of wildflowers,
Varied, yet pristine,
And full of desire,
Leads…
I’m left here,
muted.
Fantasy
Sonorously felt
Upon my wanton lips
One day, will be your kiss
For now, vaporous, my view
My Discovery
So, appearing simple,
And fated months before,
I, fearless cragswoman,
Listened to my inner voice.
Knowing when I entered,
Hessie’s Trailhead,
I’d consider life’s possibilities,
Determine my future goals,
Pass through time’s memories.
Not realizing I’d feel your essence,
Beneath a canopy of discovery,
I’ve held back, cowardly,
Yet to fully disclose, findings.
Now, if I don’t take you inside,
I fear, I’ll lose you,
To the calls of regret,
Maybe, to fear.
Still Here
Compassion
Stillness delivered
Upon colorless strengths
Extort your view
One side: a true reflection
I am neither
Show me how to be both
Merry Christmas, My Muse
Your Return
Wary of your destined flow,
Not knowing if you’ll return,
To me, is terrifying, always.
Peace soothes,
My mind
My desire
My heart
In your absence.
The deep impression of your approach,
Breathes into my obedient soul,
When I’m quiet enough to honor you.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 