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The lineaments of Gratified Desire. What is it women do in men require? You came to the side of the bed and sat staring at me. Then you kissed me — I felt hot wax on my forehead. Because I wanted to be burned, stamped, to have something in the end- I drew the gown over my head; a red flush covered my face and shoulders.
It will run its course, the course of fire, setting a cold coin on the forehead, between the eyes. You lay beside me; your hand moved over my face as though you had felt it also- you must have known, then, how I wanted you. We will always know that, you and I. The proof will be my body. My curles about her neck did crawl, And arms and hands they did enthrall: So that she could not freely stir, All parts there made one prisoner.
But when I crept with leaves to hide Those parts, which maids keep unespied, Such fleeting pleasures there I took, That with the fancy I awoke; And found Ah me! I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest, hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.
I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body, the sovereign nose of your arrogant face, I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes. Lady, i will touch you with my mind. Touch you and touch and touch until you give me suddenly a smile, shyly obscene. At first I cannot have even a sheet on me, anything at all is painful, a plate of iron laid down on my nerves, I lie there in the air as if flying rapidly without moving, and slowly I cool off—hot, warm, cool, cold, icy, till the skin all over my body is ice except at those points our bodies touch like blooms of fire.
Around the door loose in its frame, and around the transom, the light from the hall burns in straight lines and casts up narrow beams on the ceiling, a figure throwing up its arms for joy. In the mirror, the angles of the room are calm, it is the hour when you can see that the angle itself is blessed, and the dark globes of the chandelier, suspended in the mirror, are motionless—I can feel my ovaries deep in my body, I gaze at the silvery bulbs, maybe I am looking at my ovaries, it is clear everything I Housewives wants hot sex Almedia at is real and good. We have come to the end of questions, you run your palm, warm, large, dry, back along my face over and over, over and over, like God putting the finishing touches on, before sending me down to be born.
In a city made of seaweed we danced on a rooftop, my hands under her breasts. We were making love all evening —I told her stories, their rituals of rain: happiness is money, yet, but only the smallest coins.
Come slowly Eden Lips unused to thee — Bashful sip thy jasmines — As the fainting bee. I made love to her on paper. I caressed her curves in every love letter. I kissed up and down her thighs in short sentences and prose. I tasted all her innocence, without a spoken word. I bit her lip and pulled her hair, in between the lines. I made her arch her back and scream, it only took a pen. We lay in bed in a heap of sweaty love until the curtains stop holding the sun and light shines on two naked bodies that were strangers the night before, but young lust runs deeper than expected and sometimes a sinner meets another, and a secret is hatched that only a look into the eyes can tell.
At the touch of you, As if you were an archer with your swift hand at the bow, The arrows of delight shot through my body. Bring me your pain, love. Spread it out like fine rugs, silk sashes, warm eggs, cinnamon and cloves in burlap sacks. Show me.
Unclasp it like jewels, the gold still hot from your body. Empty your basket of figs. Spill your wine. That hard nugget of pain, I would suck it, cradling it on my tongue like the slick seed of pomegranate. I would lift it.
Wonderful were the long secret nights you gave me, my Lover, Palm to palm breast to breast in the gloom. Such as I am, however, I have brought To what it is, this tower; it is my own; Though it was reared To Beauty, it was wrought From what I had to build with: honest bone Is there, and anguish; pride; and burning thought; And lust is there, and nights not spent alone.
And her lips opened amorously, and said — I wist not what, saving one word — Delight. Whatever happens with us, your body will haunt mine — tender, delicate your lovemaking, like the half-curled frond of the fiddlehead fern in forests just washed by sun.
Your traveled, generous thighs between which my whole face has come and come — the innocence and wisdom of the place my tongue has found there — the live, insatiate dance of your nipples in my mouth — your touch on me, firm, protective, searching me out, your strong tongue and slender fingers reaching where I had been waiting years for you in my rose-wet cave — whatever happens, this is. Coming together it is easier to work after our bodies meet paper and pen neither care nor profit whether we write or not but as your body moves under my hands charged and waiting we Housewives wants hot sex Almedia the leash you create me against your thighs hilly with images moving through our word countries my body writes into your flesh the poem you make of me.
Touching you I catch midnight as moon fires set in my throat I love you flesh into blossom I made you and take you made into me. The first time we made love I realized why I never prayed. One human can only say Oh God so many times. As I would free the white almond from the green husk So I would strip your trappings off, Beloved.
And fingering the smooth and polished kernel I should see that in my hands glittered a gem beyond counting. Your hands easy weight, teasing the bees hived in my hair, your smile at the slope of my cheek. On the occasion, you press above me, glowing, spouting readiness, and mystery rapes my reason When you have withdrawn yourself and the magic, when only the smell of your love lingers between my breasts, then, only then, can I greedily consume your presence.
Beautiful, wide-spread, fire upon leaf, what meadow yields so fragrant a leaf as your bright leaf? Last night I slept, and when I woke her kiss Still floated on my lips. For we had strayed Together in my dream, through some dim glade, Where the shy moonbeams scarce dared light our bliss. The air was dank with dew, Housewives wants hot sex Almedia the trees, The hidden glow-worms kindled and were spent.
Cheek pressed to cheek, the cool, the hot night-breeze Mingled our hair, our breath, and came and went, As sporting with our passion. This could be sleep? And love be thrall to death!
Nay, whatso seem, Have faith, dear heart; this is the thing that is! I glanced as I advanced. The clean white T-shirt outlined A forceful torso, the light-blue denims divulged Much. I observed the snug curves where they hugged the behind, I watched the crotch where the cloth intriguingly bulged. Our eyes met, I felt sick. My knees turned weak. In a blur I heard words myself like a stranger speak.
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