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Wicked Wednesday: Twenty-One

Painting by Carlos Schwabe called Spleen et ideal.

Carlos Schwabe [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

Twenty-one times I’ve seen your face
Felt its warm and kind embrace
And wanted you for my own.

To stare into your soulful eyes
It doesn’t come as a surprise
My love for you has grown.

Twenty-one times I’ve longed for you
For you to touch me as you do
And take me as your own.

From in my head down through my toes
From in my heart and to my nose
Longing like I’ve never known.

Twenty-one times I’ve felt your touch
My skin on fire, almost too much
The way you make me feel.

From kisses down my neck and throat
To places even more remote
The feeling is surreal.

Twenty-one times I’ve cum for you
While making love I know how to
Take you, make you mine.

The fire that burns within our souls
It doesn’t ebb but crests and rolls
And it’s a powerful sign.

Twenty-one times I’ve cried your name
I’ve heard you often do the same
Our voices joining in the dark.

Where one begins the other ends
It never breaks but sways and bends
And you have left your mark.

Twenty-one times you’ve made me cry
I’ve dreaded that you’ll say goodbye
And leave me sad and lonely.

I won’t go through this life alone
You are the brightest light I’ve known
You are my one and only.

Twenty-one times my love for you
Has known no bounds and yes, it’s true
I love you now and forever.

Our souls are joined within the void,
And love like this can’t be destroyed
Nor will it ever sever.

 

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Wicked Wednesday: The Ex

the Greek Polyenos and the Trojan Chryseis having sex

Polyenos and Chyseis (Public Domain) via Wikimedia Commons

You are out of my life,
forever I think,
although not out of my head.

I think about you sometimes
and what we had
and lost.

A chance encounter after all these years
and I weaken,
follow you home.

You kiss my lips,
and my mind recoils at your touch
But my flesh hot and desiring of your fingers tracing the goosebumps on my skin.

You know how to touch me
To move me
To make me wet and wanting you.

I raise my leg, resting it on the chair
and your fingers circle my clit before
sliding quickly into me.

Your lips on my nipples
make me gasp
and take leave of my senses.

You throw me to the bed and drive hard into me,
my hips thrusting back at you
as I bite my lip.

Your tongue licks away the spot of blood
and you make me cum
screaming your name.

I collapse in your arms, and
when your breathing slows and you are asleep
I slide carefully from your embrace
and dress and leave.

I look at you one last time,
wishing I could stay
but knowing I must go.

We aren’t good for each other.

 

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Wicked Wednesday: Marathon

Nude woman seen from behind running across sand.

By Adolf Zika (Adolf Zika´s archive) [CC BY-SA 3.0], via Wikimedia Commons

For you I’d run a marathon
No distance too long
Or too hard.

Even as my breath grew ragged
I’d run
Pushing my muscles to the limit.

So tired, but I can’t stop
Until I reach the end
and collapse in your waiting arms.

 

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Wicked Wednesday: Neighbors

silhouette of a woman in a window

By Macarena Alejandra Guajardo Mavroski (originally posted to Flickr as Sexy shapes) [CC BY 2.0], via Wikimedia Commons

I see you through your window
often silhouetted but
sometimes clearly.

Do you forget to pull your blinds
and close the curtain?
Or do you know that I’m watching you
as you stretch naked and stand still
posing for a long time
wanting me to watch?

My blinds are open too.

 

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Wicked Wednesday: Whispers

Adam and Eve painting Hans Baldung Grien Museum Thyssen Bornemisza

Hans Baldung [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

You whisper in my ear
Your breath stirring me
As it tickles me
Turning me on
With desire.
I wish you would never stop.

 

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