Jennifer Sage writes

The Song of My Soul

Tears, not the normal kind,
Sting eyes green from emotion unleashed, unharnessed by mortal song...
There is no song of the loss I feel...
Made present by goodbyes never said.

Am I a revolving door? No of course I'm not..
The sun rises and sets in my eyes, the stars get their sparkle from my soul...
But I heard, and now I see.....
Still, I fall into a kiss that I cannot let go of.

Slick wet heat follows from my heart to eyes too sensitive,
Beautifully broken, outspoken, just a token of an evening well spent..
You could not possibly know, so I try to let it go..
One day, you may see me..perhaps.

The song of my soul...you wish to know?
How easy that is for you as my tremors rock this earth beneath your tongue, my heart trembling and torn..
Then stilled, it ceases to exist,
As do I, your Butterfly, who wakes up the world with my wings, such a beautiful thing.

Wake the fuck up Amante.

 

-- Chad Morisato

Jennifer Sage

You Taste Like Stardust


Breathe...in through the nose, out through the mouth....


How do you fill a soul emptied by love so chaotic, so beautiful, so intensely defined by the sweetness that encompasses all that is bright and beautiful in this world?
To let it go, the narrow line, defined and redefined over time, pulsing through fingertips that follow the heart's tears into oblivion...
Because that’s the river it flows upon, undone, wild and ravaged and torn,
And at the same time, it’s as essential as the air one breathes.

Try to replace it; replacements are lacking,
Try to remove it; you are lacking,
Try to flow with it; it will destroy you,
Try to deny it; it also destroys you.

Fingers travel up swollen lips, kisses long gone but dawn sees them on the horizon again,
Taking from one, to feed another bliss, another kiss, to destroy some fanciful daydream of a world without you in it;
Clenching inside, a desire so bright it could light fires in a thousand worlds...
But I must let go. How?

Naked, softened flesh, rolling upon the sheets,
Meeting daydreams with nightmares as hands travel down a colorful navel and further still,
Bring me back into oblivion, that final resting place where my mouth adores your skin, but my soul adores us more,
Bring me there, please, I need release.

Shuddering, shivering, quivering with lust as touch heightens all,
Falling from the known into the known, the trembling that ruptures like volcanic ash after an explosion rests between my thighs;
You, me, us....transcendent, beautiful, painful, love...and I concede;
For there is nothing in this world, like you and me. I’ve tried, it is lacking.

But I am love, and I am not lacking; The taste of your love, is the sweetest bitter I’ve ever known.
 
Mi Amore,
Mi Amante,
My whole, in a world full of pieces.

 

Jennifer Sage writes

Mi Amante

I fall into dreams from a dream...

Melting one heart into the soul of long lost things, recognizing the importance of your mouth on mine,

The joy in tremors that never fade in time; no matter how I try to say goodbye,

I recognize these things; and love you...because I can't not feel that for you in my grand abyss.

In the folds of your arms the whole of the world can disappear and I hear nothing but our love in heated moans and nails scraping eager flesh,

Near Valhalla is the place where your tongue makes love to mine, stroking with the scandalous promises of pleasures yet to come, and oh are they delivered..

Not even divine intervention could cause a delay as you play with my swollen, sweet lips…making art with love too beautiful for words...

This union as yet undefined, which seems sanctified by every order of the universal energies...plays on every inch of my craving soul.



And so I succumb to it, completely and irrevocably....For now.


You are, mi amante, mi amore, my whole, in a world full of pieces....

 

Jennifer Sage writes

Nothing Good About Goodbye

Nothing good about goodbyes,
Scintillating lies, told to withhold tears from sensitive eyes...
The blanket falls from curves unadorned to the floor,
Tears holding their release, all in due time.

She walks into the silver splinter of moonlight,
Pale skin, paler by the winter wind,
Touched lightly by the black silk flowers
Even as they fall to dust as if sandpaper on her flesh.

Nothing good about goodbyes,
Forgetting to forget those times when heartbeats thrummed in caressing thumbs,
Anticipated moans escaping throes of passion from head to curving toes,
Desire flooding each dark chamber of the soul....just gone.

Shimmering, glimmering, still not glamorous somehow,
The way the tide of pleasure recedes and re-awakens over and over again,
Flushed and blushing cheeks, both above and below,
Red the color of a baited eve.

Simmer down, boil now, come into your resting place between her melting thighs,
Tides of unheard groans escape perfectly wetted lips,
Unbound in the words spoken, bound by the souls’ desire,
She continues on heated throes of lust into the moonlight.
 
Nothing good, about goodbye.


 
 

Woman Sitting in the Moonlight -- Charles Caryl Coleman

Jennifer Sage writes

Reminiscing

Love, unspoken...chained inside the depths of all I am and ever will be,
There is something to be said for a divine rapture more intoxicating than any drug,
Ingested, divested in a state of bliss that should not exist at all....but does without control or consent from these swollen lips,
As if I had any say at all other than the “yes” that drips like honey from a silken tongue.

Dangerous waters tread, head sinking joyously into the folds of futures known,
Unwilling to lose one last high at the touch of your promising fingertips, molding me into you, perfectly,
Love; as if I have any say in the way hearts beat in chests or souls dance in heated union...
You’re sweeter than the dark chocolate melted and dripping down my chin before your tongue cleans up the purposeful mess I made.

Is there anything more intimate than being fed, each sweet succulent bite of food or flesh delivered seamlessly into my parted mouth?
A beggar’s child now am I, again, and again for the feel of your essence practically leaking from my pores...
Who am I to say goodbye when all I can ever do is say hello?

To the edge of sanity the Angel’s wings shall dance again, feet so far from the ground....
I know not the heated brinks of madness that dine on my heart when placed in your hands,
I know nothing anymore, not of you, not of me, only the sensation of us,
And I know of the trembling flesh that quivers as you carry my soul to the shore and stop me from drowning.

That is all I know, any more....
The rocking tides, the crashing waves, angry skies looming in the distance kicking salt water into my stormy depths,
But I see nothing of that as your hand runs soothingly along my skin, your eyes burning holes in every wall I’ve ever built,
And that the beauty in that small thing more grand than all the universes of all the worlds shall have to be enough.

Jennifer Sage writes

Return to the Shores of Longing

Sandy kisses, melting flesh upon the breaking waves,
A growl so low that it sets fire to my soul, letting go of sensibility with sensual ease beneath a touch so craved...
Lost in the hourglass of time standing still, even as forceful intentions played against my lips,
Body clenching against my will, moans carried on the wind for miles.

Tongues dancing, before lancing around my collarbone with a needing sigh into the tumbling shore,
Sand in places no sand should be, contentedly aroused with the wisps of curly hair curling around my fingertips...
Black and white shadows scatter on cheeks meant to be nuzzled and adored,
Fevered and taken into an abyss of sensations, not let down easily from the clouds.

A perfect day, that first day,
Then the night faded to black before too quickly the dawn arrives...
Makers Mark still heady and sweet on my lips, hips undulating in response to the memory,
A stifled groan as liquid sex falls down my thighs, a tear down my cheek, in unison for the battle that wars within.


Eyes like liquid chocolate burn into my own, even as the groan turns completely raw and understated,
An elegant fight for composure as it is stripped away, little by little until there is nothing left...
No passersby, no world, no sounds...
Except the sweet licking of your lips and scraping of your teeth, the world all but disappears into the cold winds and heated skin.

Even in the silence there is a gentle coaxing of soft touches and silken sounds,
The kneading of skin beneath an Alpha’s touch, steady, firm, warm...
Of course I would ask for more; denied that, would cause such dissent in the fragrant recesses of my soul,
Giving so much takes tolls no longer afforded....not when stripped so bare, aware only of the proximity of your skin to my mouth.

I search the empty shore no more for returns that shall not come to pass, but see the sunlight in the horizon anew;
For remaining days no longer outnumber a girl's memories; in their place a woman’s breast and heartbeats in the chest, beating rapidly to obtain memories in their stead...
No longer shall I wait for maybes that never come, for glimmers of understanding when none can be known....
Life is too short, for all of that.

 

Jennifer Sage writes

Only the Beginning

The soft sounds become harder, exaggerated moans, 
Pleas of abandonment from the flicker of your mouth...
Movement shimmers into the still air, stretching into everything, sweat trickled from a concentrated brow,
The way we bend, loss of appetite except for one thing...covered completely in such radiated heat,
Forced heartbeat as fingertips saunter down.

Surrendered, I want to be surrendered to the breath on my flesh,
The heated, repeated marks of your teeth as they dine so succulently, on me...
Marked and marred by love’s divine detour into less Godly things..
Thick growls heavy on the breastplate as it quivers relentless into your arms.

Searing tongue, one lick, two licks, three then more...until there’s a wrenching need,
Head thrust back..forcing hardened nipples into raging peaks of pleasure...
Your fingertips failing and not gentle in attempts at holding writhing hips still,
As I slide myself unbidden, unhinged on your pronounced appreciation for the taste in your mouth.

Hands travel to your hairline, fingernails grasp and eyes no longer see...
Heat sucked into the vortex of us, releasing in form as slick, wet ecstasy on panties that are quickly torn away...
A tattoo swirls, needy for the attention that your tongue so lovingly denies...
As the lotus flower blooms with the warmth of our desire...fire found and delivered seamlessly upon the tender, trembling folds.

No time before that shattering, battering ache is eased,
Thunder roars in and out of veins thrumming with unspent need, seed that has not found a resting place between my thighs...
Down the lightning comes, from those golden, glittering eyes,
Before breaking me apart, from the inside.
And that, was only the beginning.

 

Jennifer Sage writes

Dreams of Embraces Long Past

Thick as thieves in the night,
Love comes knocking...sweet, delicious, tormented love,
I’ll not take it all, but please feed me some...
Of that forgotten, not so forgotten...lust.

And don’t forget the mind numbing pleasure too...
That breathes from me to you, and back again,
Nerves battle a hitched air intake to my lungs...
As I wait for a touch too many months overdue.

You may no longer have my heart,
But my flesh burns for the love in your lies,
For the loss in your truths,
For tonight...no torment, no heart, no undying love...
Just me, and you.

Jennifer Sage writes

A Muse is Born

A muse born of faded paint and guitar hymns beneath the full moon light,
Taking flight, a butterfly spreads her wings in wanton disregard...
Beautifully taken, hesitating not...
Under lips that sear fire from a thousand suns into her flesh.

A muse is born of lust and love not perfectly formed, but perfectly felt...
The swelling tidal waves of sweet seduction, air sucked sharp into her quivering lungs,
Tongues dancing, lancing with their perfect rhythm over nipples and toes and “no’s” never spoken..
Inside, a crushing pride takes over and forgets the tender scars with each succession of silken heat.

A muse is born not of memories and heartaches still fresh from battle,
But from Alpha male bites upon inner thighs, glistening with sex and radiating heat that could melt even stone beneath it..
Sliding in the tender folds of lust, consumed by rapid fire catching the soul in its snare...
Screams, scratches, swears shouted into the trembling, cascading bliss.

A muse is born, as if patterned with the pleasure of a palate of the Gods,
Stretching languidly, sweet scents of pine and spring rain in the dampened forest consume her senses,
Consummated, stretched and worn, no longer torn at the seams or pleading for what can never be...
A muse is born, awakened in the beauty of the warm sunlight of dawn, seen from tangled sheets and twisting limbs and grins of days still yet to come.

 --Garry Shead

Jennifer Sage writes

Rainy Day Kisses

The mischievous gleam in his sparkling eyes should have come as no surprise...
A growl erupted, from the sky or from her throat she doesn't know.
Had it really been seven days since she had tasted his impassioned kiss?
A needy purr deep down to her soul said ‘yes.’

Grey skies above promised rain and love in the aftermath of chaotic days not nearly sated,
Silently he stepped forward with determination in his gaze...seeing her little dress swaying with her hips as she tried not to run into his arms...
His blazing hands to trembling skin ensured she swooned completely unto him...
That fated, final moment before the world disappears as she fell helplessly against his chest.

Cold water dripped upon her boiling flesh,
One, two, three drops more....but decidedly unimportant as his tongue danced with hers...
Not close enough, too many layers between them as she pressed against his defined and chiseled form...
A moan into his skilled and perfect mouth, the world once again slipped away.

Lightning licked the sky, their lust brewing storms within the storm,
She hardly felt him lift her, or her legs wrap around his chiseled waist....
Didn’t feel the cement so hard against her back or the pelting rain...
Just his tongue, his teeth on her neck...the growing pleasure between her silky thighs.

Thunder rolled in the background, delicious friction, nails biting into flesh through shirts that should be, would be, shredded,
Asphalt sizzled with the earlier sun it had seen, now soaked by the desire of both heaven and earth...
Teeth sinking deep into her neck, eyes rolling back, any remaining resolve completely crumbled...
Skirt raised, fingers grazed, the swollen, begging folds of her sex.

Drip, drop...the pattern of the falling rain torture as it rolled off her thighs,
Head thrown back as one finger, two, then three pump inside...
His thumb flickering back and forth the little nub of sensation as she roared,
The first of many orgasms to come...clenching, contracting around his fingers so hard he couldn’t yet move them.

Wet hair stuck to her face as he gazed into her starlit, heavy lids...deftly popping the button on his pants,
As his delicious, hardened mass flew free, her back 
arched, awaiting the promised pleasure....

Once more she glanced into his eyes, surprised all over again with the desire that flooded him,
Unsurprised when quickly he sheathed himself to her core, cries from both their lips lost in the storm.

Shaking, shuddering, cursing in languages unknown they both lost control...
Over and over again he thrust, his hand upon her back shielding her from the brunt of his force against the cement,
Lips crushing hers in a delightful dance, her core pounded with unparalleled need...
Lost in the storm, both inside and out.

Her name on his lips, his hands on her hips, gripping and filling and drilling her with him...
Spiraling out of control the familiar warmth spread, fingertips to toes, moaning the only word she knew...
And as she began to fall over the edge, screaming the name on her tongue, milking his intrusion with wild, wet ease...
He released, his seed pumping hard and hot as she pleaded on the wind for more.

Labored breaths,
Shaking, aching, dripping with shared bliss...
Only a kiss in the rain, a release of pain as tears stained golden, glittering eyes....
Snuffed with love that could move heaven and earth, if it wished.

Then the world came back,
Onlookers blushing and staring and awed,
Hurrying back to their lovers...
To find rapture in a wet and rainy dawn.

Inspiration comes, in many forms.

  Le Déjeuner sur l'herbe (The Luncheon on the Grass) –  Édouard Manet

Jennifer Sage writes

Uninvited

Exhaustion plagues these tired eyes until a knock at the door stirs my body from slumber on the enveloping couch,
Rising, robe tied tight around me I answer out at this darkened hour.."who’s there?"
Just a sigh answers back...in a pleading motion of self contain...
I open, to your eyes, mystified by your unjustified presence.

One look, and against the wall, lips crashing down on mine,
The intense passion ignited, past goes, toes tingle to stomach with warmth forgotten..
Hands tangled in hair, moans and bodies pressed hard once more,
A forsaken moment of passion, gutted and raw, lost is the past.

Awakened, loss forgotten, love regained...
In a single gesture of adoration.....the way your lips taste mine with utter feverish motions,
The way mine don’t protest,
The way salt water fills my eyes from the intensity....lifted against concrete and held there, sucking air from your lungs.

Whisperings of things I haven’t heard in so long,
Reaching wayward, into me, deep, I shudder....
Then lifted further into your love.

Perhaps not ideal yet you make me feel alive....
At the cost of my life...the rigid, unknown too much for gentle souls,
But unable to pull away, no protest from my quivering lips...
As they are adored.

Could it not be, such beautiful ecstasy? Let go with me briefly to explore...
Such beauty awaits creative souls...
That can’t breathe without consuming the other completely...
And never sated...how often is there that?

Come throw me against the wall......
Kiss me like you’ve lost all else in this world without it...
Let me show you my own hunger,
You’ve seen it before, adored, as no other.
Dawns of waking nightmares gone, in but a second of your fevered touch,
Reaching wayward, into me, deep, I shudder....
Then lifted further into your love.




 

 Eiler Krag -- illustration from AN ABZ OF LOVE

Jennifer Sage writes

Kissing me Tenderly

Kissing me tenderly are memories tonight,
Dripping lazily off my flesh and oh so powerful through my eyes...
Forgotten for a moment..
Then for an eternity.

Breathing slowly the chaos of our whole,
Reminders that there is so much beyond this human experience...
Lick the remnants of the energy that has passed...
Before your seeking eyes.

Falling so sweetly into tomorrow....
Of days still yet to come,
The salt will not remain..cannot...
In a dreamer's soul.
  Lovers in Paphos -- Miki De Goodaboom

 

Jennifer Sage presents

Mi Amante

Jennifer Sage writes

Night's Proud Promise

Sunset dips, like golden lips, caressing the horizon...
It licks away the blue so gently from the sky, biting here and there the wisps of white,
Eyes close, hips shift left, then right as the pleasure of the Gods unfold...
Painting passion's kiss for mortal eyes.

The final bit of light almost recedes from the world,
But excruciatingly slow, roaming from toes, to knees, to navel before it goes ....
A moan escapes the heavens before it’s gone, and I tremble,
Darkness abound.

But candlelight dances then...flames move, evoking, across the flesh as if a lover,
Shimmering, glimmering, tasting all and forgetting none..
My body begins quivering in response to night's proud promise...
To Devour.


  Sunset -- J. M. W.Turner

Jennifer Sage writes

Too Immortal to Die

The way you glide in and out of me,
Sensory overload...insurmountable bliss,
Swarming all around inside,
And that is just the kiss of your energy to mine.

Your lips when they touch,
Comparable to heaven's embrace,
Melting, overcome with need...
At the first taste.

Your hands, in any form upon my flesh,
Melt the world away,
There is nothing but the fire of your love...
Burning with embers that lick me from the inside out.

When all combine and wetness pools between my thighs,
Sweet, hungry love ensues...
Dipping deep into my core,
Passion embraces me unbridled within.

There is only you,
My flesh sings love songs with its shaking desire...
Never enough, couldn’t be...
When there was always enough before.

Frightening sometimes,
The time that lapses and still steals my breath..
In your arms the world is right...
No discontent could surface here.
 
It is not your mouth,
It is not your flesh, though those things make me delighted..
It is the sensation upon my soul and upon my flesh...
When your energy is tangled with mine.

Higher still each time we meet,
Not afraid of heights but afraid to fall..
Sweet delicious lust, fulfilling love..
Too immortal to die.

 

Jennifer Sage writes

Let it Burn

And so it’s dropped, the proverbial shoe...
And I wish that I could say it hurt more, that it shattered me more....
Because I know that would feed your need to be so vindictively adored,
But, you cannot pretend with shallow words to love a being such as I, and for me in response to your degradation, to comply.

No, it sits as something that dreams are made of,
Silver wisps and candlesticks and far reaching shadowed hands on turbulent rising flesh,
It could not be love, so it is this,
A dream escaping parted, quivering lips.... And then easily, gone.

And then, as dusk falls on lust filled lies, new dreams arise...
More beautiful, in reality, than a dream ever could be ....
It is silken honey on the soul, warm and melted sweet...
Licked off by the deserving tongue of suitors yet to be seen, but oh, they do exist.

So many things unsaid, drift like silver, twinkling stars into the heavens....
Jilted words unheard, unspoken and unredeemed....
But it is just me, that doesn’t sleep.... the rustling feathers pricking at my skin,
Eyes closed, love goes....into a beauty, unrecognized.

Letters burn with purple flame, regained by the soul that poured so sweetly from the pen,
Up in smoke, sentiment goes, rising, utterly disturbed....unnoticed....
A being undeserving of the heartfelt, quivering words....
Could not recognize the actions for what they were. Pure. Beautiful. Love. Now gone.

Then, it awakens again....to the world....
And the world, will take it gladly...
Spin it new...
And consume it with a passion that you never knew.

Because I am me. And you, are you.
Only tragic, because you’re blind to gifts,
So lovely, so immense...
That even God sheds a tear for your loss.

But you...never will. True love, beneath you.
 

Jennifer Sage writes

Destroyed

Salt falls to the earth, made of all the oceans that gave birth to this world, recognized as I cry, for their beauty....
The sweet, scintillating hips, sashaying in the moonlight so...are more defined tonight, a goodbye as the sweet flesh moves on,
Once, the tears would have been because I loved you...
Now, as bared soul moves on upon the scraping, carpet floor..
I can say it’s because you said....you loved me.
Liar,
Insolent beast of things that say actions speak much louder than words,
Crush a beautiful soul...with justification and cause...oh wait, and honesty?
You. Are. Disgraceful.

A soul as deep as mine...that you knew you’d crush in time....
Selfish beast you are, taking the sweetness of my parting, wetted love...allowing me to feel with depths spoken fiercely...
A muse you are no more,
How did I not see you clearly before?

You are not above the cosmic law...and as such, remember this,
What you sow, in souls such as mine, with time, and degraded words....
Next time, you decide to linger with an eternal being, don’t.....
For you, are not really, in all your superficial spirituality...anything close, to true.

In my parting words, I say only this;
My love, exceeds the boundaries of most, it fills in the sunlight and the moon and brings a quivering heaven to the world...
But for all that..I am only me, and you knew that....
Shame. On. You.

Totoya Hokkei:  Woman in the Rain at Midnight Driving a Nail into a Tree to Invoke Evil on Her Unfaithful Lover

Jennifer Sage writes

Bared to You

Dropping the acts, the public displays of persona, one garment at a time,
First the silk shirt falls, gazing towards your eyes, burning with something far deeper than need...
The way your energy swims in and out of mine, a lover divine, in my majestic presence,
Though you don’t know, yet...how rare and sweet a gift this love is.

To have my eyes, the hungry green...hunting, devouring you,
Cotton pants slide past thighs and knees as I bend so slightly with my heart shaped ass held high,
You watch with your steely greys, a growl, slightly heard from your delicious lips....
Moonlight shimmers off every inch of my smooth flesh and ravaged soul.....unabashed.

I stand, chin held high, unashamed of imperfections in perfection,
A beautiful soul shines brightly through the flesh, hook by jagged hook, the bra falls to my toes, exposing prose in the swell of trembling breasts...
And still I gaze, never removing my eyes from yours, as the soft crumpling sounds fall all around...
Attempting to distract me from the pleasure I feel, seeing you pleased.

There is a lift in the moonlight as it wanes, feigning dawn and the rising, glorious sun as fingertips trace the lace on my hips,
Zig zag do the hips go, this way, then that, as the black hindrance slides sweetly down damp and starving flesh...
But still, your beautiful face consumes my attention as I unrobe...completely...
Bared before you, mind, body and soul.

What will you do with me now?

 


 Kneeling Girl, Disrobing -- Egon Schiele, 1910  

Jennifer Sage writes

Ode to a God

Rapture, unadulterated bliss as the sweat trickles down the back of my thighs,
Not sighs, but groans as small hands grip the sheets, holding onto anything, splayed so vulnerably before you...
Eyes bound by black silk, sensory overload as once, twice, three times filled...
With the essence of your love....and still you continue, the God that you are.

Nothing seen, only felt, hips rocking back and slammed into the delicious pleasure that surmounts....
A place inside, justified by the warmth of your ever giving flesh...my unyielding tones scream out,
Nails scratch, teeth bite...
And that is just the beginning.

Soft scratching down a panting back comes, almost uninvited...
My movement stilled, a groan from swollen, overused lips ensues,
Shivering, shaking with need,
But given only rapid heartbeats and tender touches of love.
I nearly cry, justified in the intense overuse of my flesh,
Marked by the wars of passion, heeding nothing, needing nothing but More...
Face pressed into the bed, incoherent pleas arise,
For movement to begin again.

I try, but firm hands grasp my trembling thighs....as you remove yourself to taste our pleasure,
Nearly rendering me completely and absolutely yours,
Guided by the primal needs within, as teeth settle against my most sensitive flesh...amidst the licking, lapping testaments of desire,
The heat builds, utterly, completely, as tears do fall.....this time, with relief as the explosions of bliss render me senseless.

As the silk is removed from my star filled eyes, I can see nothing, but you.

~Ode, to a God, of insurmountable love for a mortal.~



A blindfolded Cupid.

Jennifer Sage writes

SURRENDER

Could it be the air this eve?
The rushing, thrusting, way it moves in and out so recklessly through her trembling thighs?
Could it be goodbyes? Spoken too often, too soon, too fearlessly....
Or could it be her.....knowing that which she knows, explicitly...damnable empaths.

Swollen lips moan as time goes on,
Protesting and protecting each and every revered memory as they build, sinking further into the traps of desires’ handicaps...
Insistent arched backs, finding no solace yet all solace herein...
Persistent, insolent cravings...of the mortal kind.

Soft and sweet the way she lasciviously endures,
A crushing, lusting, journey of the flesh and soul, here and there it goes so helplessly renewed,
Begging for fancies to be released...
So that love can shine through....unbound.

One step, two steps, three steps...bare...
Silken fury on the floor beneath her feet....unable to meet her lovers’ gaze from so far away,
The wind echoes, swishing from her toes to pulsing fingertips,
Swayed gently by a sound, to reach for her nakedness and plunder.

Surrender to the heat?
The way passion forms in a single drop, running down her back as her coherence lapses for awhile...
Beautiful bliss upon the throne of mortal glory, hips rocking, laced fingertips...
Heaven found, unbound, for a time.

But then, back to the real world.....

The Beginning of the World--Constantin Brancusi