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Make Rain in Love
by Nicole Terry
on a rainy day
love needs no shelter
and the raindrops sink into this bare skin.
to the wetness of a sea of sentience
beneath a pink sky
he straddles the supple mound between
and rocks to the rhythm of passion
heated from the sky
waiting for the explosion of my soul
open and free, etched in desire
and no fear.
A whispered endearment, a moment of tension
then a smile. . .
Release.
Thank you, Love.
by Nicole Terry
on a rainy day
love needs no shelter
and the raindrops sink into this bare skin.
to the wetness of a sea of sentience
beneath a pink sky
he straddles the supple mound between
and rocks to the rhythm of passion
heated from the sky
waiting for the explosion of my soul
open and free, etched in desire
and no fear.
A whispered endearment, a moment of tension
then a smile. . .
Release.
Thank you, Love.
The Pursuit of Angels
by Nicole Terry
The feel of you lying on my tongue,
like the kiss of summer on winter lips
rescuing me from the bitter taste of submission
to bathe in the colorful depths of your senses
no room for philosophical utterings here
Cerebral theatrics on our earthly stage,
We applaud the test to be failed or passed happily,
the panoramic shufflings of rapture
invoking the terracotta spirit inside this unchaste stage;
yet, all the answers remain ironic here
No guilt-ridden sermons at this higher podium
the priests are all judges of teasing licks
& the incorrigible warmth inside closed tight eyes
little swollen flesh within my moist rent
riding on cherubic minds in pursuit of angels.
I found my wings on the soft back of an answered prayer
traded reason for physical philosophies
spoken in the climactic embrace of passionate hysteria
all the true heroes suffer the same ecstatic end--
perfect pariahs hung on sultry crosses,
closer to the gods than we’ve ever been.
The stoned prophet laughing through my final release:
God, no Glory, & your Breath
Amen.
by Nicole Terry
The feel of you lying on my tongue,
like the kiss of summer on winter lips
rescuing me from the bitter taste of submission
to bathe in the colorful depths of your senses
no room for philosophical utterings here
Cerebral theatrics on our earthly stage,
We applaud the test to be failed or passed happily,
the panoramic shufflings of rapture
invoking the terracotta spirit inside this unchaste stage;
yet, all the answers remain ironic here
No guilt-ridden sermons at this higher podium
the priests are all judges of teasing licks
& the incorrigible warmth inside closed tight eyes
little swollen flesh within my moist rent
riding on cherubic minds in pursuit of angels.
I found my wings on the soft back of an answered prayer
traded reason for physical philosophies
spoken in the climactic embrace of passionate hysteria
all the true heroes suffer the same ecstatic end--
perfect pariahs hung on sultry crosses,
closer to the gods than we’ve ever been.
The stoned prophet laughing through my final release:
God, no Glory, & your Breath
Amen.
The Coupling Of Passion And Erotic Lusts
by Temptress
A touch of skin soft and slippery,
With the hint of hint of sweat.
We fought our resistance beneath the cool sheets,
As the wind flowed from the window above us.
Eyes met briefly and begged for the chance,
To abandon all of our uncertainties.
You began your work on my lips,
Probing gently as if drawing sex,
From a deep well of longing and need.
Then heated tongues met in the midst,
Of hot and quickening breath.
And greedily we drank the wine of our lusts.
Then intoxicated with those spirits,
Our clothes found resting place on the floor.
Piece by piece,
Until there were no hiding places,
For the two glistening and wanting bodies.
Hunger revealed in this hot moment.
Then skin meshed with skin,
As the floor became the stage.
You moved atop of me easily,
And lowered yourself gently.
Kissing me as I was filled with you.
As a gasp broke the kiss,
Your hands stroked the stray strands,
Away from my forehead, then became entangled.
Our slow rhythm gave way,
To urgent and demanding thrusts of passion,
As I arched my body for your comfort,
And you threw me into ecstasy,
With the strength of your blows.
You left me screaming and soaked,
In oblivion again and again,
As you growled my name from the back of your throat,
And our bodies both demanded more,
Each giving to the other,
High on the fluids of foreign substance.
I grasped, then released you,
Grasped then released you,
In effort to relieve you of your control.
The taste of your skin between my lips,
Was like no other.
To hear your cry of mercy,
When my teeth met your warm skin,
Was more breathtaking than you knew.
Yet I still released the control to you.
As you wound your hands in my hair,
And pulled until the flesh on my neck was taut,
You moved with one final and breaking blow,
Forcing our way to the peaks of bliss,
Leaving our screams to echo on like battle cries.
I welcomed the weight of you to crush me,
As you collapsed on top of me,
Still hot and burning,
And I glowing like an ember,
Casting a welcome light,
Should you seek my gifts again.
by Temptress
A touch of skin soft and slippery,
With the hint of hint of sweat.
We fought our resistance beneath the cool sheets,
As the wind flowed from the window above us.
Eyes met briefly and begged for the chance,
To abandon all of our uncertainties.
You began your work on my lips,
Probing gently as if drawing sex,
From a deep well of longing and need.
Then heated tongues met in the midst,
Of hot and quickening breath.
And greedily we drank the wine of our lusts.
Then intoxicated with those spirits,
Our clothes found resting place on the floor.
Piece by piece,
Until there were no hiding places,
For the two glistening and wanting bodies.
Hunger revealed in this hot moment.
Then skin meshed with skin,
As the floor became the stage.
You moved atop of me easily,
And lowered yourself gently.
Kissing me as I was filled with you.
As a gasp broke the kiss,
Your hands stroked the stray strands,
Away from my forehead, then became entangled.
Our slow rhythm gave way,
To urgent and demanding thrusts of passion,
As I arched my body for your comfort,
And you threw me into ecstasy,
With the strength of your blows.
You left me screaming and soaked,
In oblivion again and again,
As you growled my name from the back of your throat,
And our bodies both demanded more,
Each giving to the other,
High on the fluids of foreign substance.
I grasped, then released you,
Grasped then released you,
In effort to relieve you of your control.
The taste of your skin between my lips,
Was like no other.
To hear your cry of mercy,
When my teeth met your warm skin,
Was more breathtaking than you knew.
Yet I still released the control to you.
As you wound your hands in my hair,
And pulled until the flesh on my neck was taut,
You moved with one final and breaking blow,
Forcing our way to the peaks of bliss,
Leaving our screams to echo on like battle cries.
I welcomed the weight of you to crush me,
As you collapsed on top of me,
Still hot and burning,
And I glowing like an ember,
Casting a welcome light,
Should you seek my gifts again.