Thoughts Caress Flavoured Desires

Symmetry of Desires

In tranquil moments all alone
Your thoughts merge into mine
Swirling together becoming one
Symmetry of wandering thoughts

Lost in motionless abandon
Electric surges ripple over us
Excitement rises and pulsates
Symmetry of gentle caress

Your taste lingers upon my lips
My tongue savours every drop
Your scent is with me always
Symmetry of sensual flavours

Darkness subdued and given light
Passions released and explored
With never ending possibilities
Symmetry of secret desires

Copyright © 2015 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.

Symmetry of Desires

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Passions Embraced

This week’s poem for the Facebook Group Poetry in Motion, a picture prompt (see below): 

A Journey of Awakening

Life lived in seclusion, a comfort of sorts
Moments lost forever but never forgotten
Lost in a wilderness of self doubt and fear
Born from rejection and feeding on pain

A heart broken and torn from a jilted love
Left standing alone, lost in bewilderment
Habit and rosary replace wedding finery
Life of devotion for many, never for self

Prayer and study fade into the distance
Thoughts longing for ungodly caresses
Memories surface and the body yearns
Hidden desires creep forth in the night

Alone, exploring mind and body freely
Repressed passions flow in the darkness
Unholy thoughts move into the daylight
Searching for that kindred spirit to share

Hushed voices begin a journey of awakening
Habits of old discarded as sacred oaths shed
New holy vows exchanged with a silent kiss
Secret desires freed and passions embraced

Darkness ebbs away as starlight fills their eyes
The sweet scent of flowers in bloom surrounds
Floating on a feeling of euphoria and calmness
Born in pain a life in seclusion blossoms again

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A Journey of Awakening

Imbibing Thoughts

This is my third poem for the Facebook Group Poetry in Motion. A picture prompt.:

Interludes and Absinthe Afternoons

Paris café interludes and absinthe afternoons
Imbibing thoughts, tasting flowing passions
Love torn asunder as life slips silently away
Momentary temptations caressing loneliness

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Haiku Ten

Snowdrops peeking through
Glistening in morning dew
Under skies so blue

Low cut evening gown
Flowing satin, silken thighs
Gliding through my dreams

Eyes wide in wonder
Beauty moves into focus
Secrets to explore

In thoughts we are bound
Reaching into the darkness
A promise in verse

Caressing desires
Words excite silent passions
Longing for release

A stem strong but bowed
Reaching ever for the light
In flush of full bloom

Sad eyes reflect joy
Tears feed on silent passions
Shared thoughts bring release

Gentle touch excites
Searching for the words to dream
Thoughts merge and mingle

Searching in the mist
Memories deepen your joy
Like a stolen kiss

Lost winds search for home
A silent breeze caresses
Dreams half remembered

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Sweet Nectar

Shadows Linger

Wine flows over my tongue
Smooth, filling my senses
My eyes caress your body
As I savor sweet nectar

The warmth of your velvet skin
Touches mine as you pass me by
Your sweet scent fills my lungs
As I exhale with a mournful sigh

Your gentle voice captivates me
Longing to taste those moistened lips
To hold you close just one more time
As I dive into those deep blue eyes

Passions flare as soft music plays
Our bodies sway, moving in rhythm
Beauty burns bright in the dim light
As shadows linger and memory fades

Copyright © 2014 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.

Trilogy in Lace

The first two poems were part of Lace Challenge for fellow blogger SJ Warner. The third poem is a prequel to the first two. I am re-blogging them here together.

Ways of Desire

Corset laced tight, tempting to eye and touch
White lace, satin and high heels are your disguise
On the road of never ending one night stands
Miles on the clock, meetings in old hotel rooms

Needing someone to hold onto you tight
Always hoping the next night will be the last
But it never really works out quite like that
Encounters fade with every touch of sadness

Walking away dreaming of the moon and stars
Alone on this dark road listening to your heart
Wondering if you’re the only one longing for more
When did time and happiness fade to shadows?

Stripped of the past, exposed for what you desire
Tears dried long ago, searching for lost chances
Passions burn as memory of rope still lingers
That one perfect moment shattered in time

Desires weep for deep loneliness hitherto unknown
Fears well up, never knowing where happiness went
Possibilities glimpsed, blurred images out of the past
Once learned the ways of desire can take their toll

Standing at your crossroads with nowhere to go
Remembering lips kissed, hands you’ve missed
The sweet taste of desires meet, passions spent
A guiding light, searching darkness forevermore

Copyright © 2014 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.

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A Tear Drop

Drinking holy water to wash away the pain
A deep thirst that only alcohol can drown
An immaculate conception with every sip
Pierced by thorns on this cross I must bear

Like a vision you dance across the room
Music plays softly, voices break the spell
The night breaks through my darkness
Drowning in the memory of your caress

Another day, another night without you
Your smiling face haunts me in the crowd
Eyes searching for the love we once knew
Another drink, another one night stand

Leaving before dawn, through back streets
Hiding in the shadows, dialing your number
Lines jammed with tears and broken hearts
Blinding sun rises, and with it the darkness

Curtin’s closed tight, the music plays on
Like an Aria calling me through the dark
In my dreams your vision haunts me still
Dressed so fine in your satin and lace

It’s a moment that will never come again
The price I pay for taking you for granted
Ink flows freely, words written and posted
Merely a tear drop in the ocean of our pain

Copyright © 2014 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.

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Finding the Strength

Morning sun appears low in the sky
A gentle breeze disturbs the binds
Lace patterns dance upon the walls

Muffled sounds echo through humid air
Running water and humming are heard
The pitter patter of wet feet on the floor

Her soft lips linger, rousing him with a kiss
The sweet scent of her freshly washed hair
Smell of fresh coffee greet his foggy mind

The voyeuristic joy of watching her dress
Stockings slide over smooth lotioned legs
Lace tops surrounding soft tender thighs

She seductively straightens her suspenders
Her moist tender skin await gentle kisses
Where silky lace meets her trembling flesh

The scent of her excitement fills the air
He inhales, savoring her musky perfume
She teases with every look and gesture

He moves forward, hands roam and caress
Teeth bite her quivering lip, stifling a moan
Her breasts heave and ache for strong hands

Beads of sweat drip from sensitive nipples
His tongue lashes out capturing a salty drop
A released bite burns with hidden desires

Her dark thoughts surface and greet the light
Her visions and dreams long held in check
Burst forth, guided by a firm hand and mind

Finding within her the strength to surrender
Conventions and reservations striped aside
Together they’ll explore the hidden corners

In the dark places they’ll mingle and grow
Shedding their shame and hatred of self
Finding release and contentment as one

Copyright © 2014 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.

Haiku Roundup Number 4

 

Cars rush by outside
A pint in hand, oak beams glow
The past is so near

Thoughts begin to flow
Shaken from uncertainty
Whispered touch of lips

Push play, music starts
Echo emotions within
Time is Motionless

Angry voices raised
Words said before thoughts appear
Echoes of the past

Thoughts wander in fright
Shadows move into the light
Darkness captures all

Decisions are made
Without thought or care for you
Light flickers and dims

Twilight closing in
June is here, summer is here
Where are the long nights?

Echoes in my mind
Mending broken memories
Pain and joy unite

Wind rustles the leaves
Creaking limbs moan in protest
Saw and axe solves all

Outside all is still
In my head dark clouds converge
Could it be a dream?

Awake in the night
Searching for thoughts that comfort
Dreams will never rest

The dust devils dance
Grey rock bakes in noonday sun
Look on in wonder

Footsteps on the stairs
Sound echoes through empty halls
Thunder of silence

The curve of your neck
The gentle tone of your voice
Haunts me forever

Night has awoken
Darkness is still and silent
The howling wolf knows

Thoughts turn to 6 June
Echoes of the day remain
Their currents run deep

Noonday sun shines bright
Shadows short, yearning to stretch
To disappear in the night

Tears of joy run free
The light of dreams in your eyes
Hope, like rain cleanses

Light through frosted glass
Truth blurred, leaving doubt behind
Open and be free

Copyright © 2014 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.

Visions and Dreams

The poem below Finding the Strength is a prequel to two other poems I have written for my blogger and writer friend S.J Warner and her Lace Challenge event. Those poems are written as his (A Tear Drop) and her (The Ways of Desire) – each poem telling there later story. Finding the Strength is the story of their beginning.

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Finding the Strength

Morning sun appears low in the sky
A gentle breeze disturbs the binds
Lace patterns dance upon the walls

Muffled sounds echo through humid air
Running water and humming are heard
The pitter patter of wet feet on the floor

Her soft lips linger, rousing him with a kiss
The sweet scent of her freshly washed hair
Smell of fresh coffee greet his foggy mind

The voyeuristic joy of watching her dress
Stockings slide over smooth lotioned legs
Lace tops surrounding soft tender thighs

She seductively straightens her suspenders
Her moist tender skin await gentle kisses
Where silky lace meets her trembling flesh

The scent of her excitement fills the air
He inhales, savoring her musky perfume
She teases with every look and gesture

He moves forward, hands roam and caress
Teeth bite her quivering lip, stifling a moan
Her breasts heave and ache for strong hands

Beads of sweat drip from sensitive nipples
His tongue lashes out capturing a salty drop
A released bite burns with hidden desires

Her dark thoughts surface and greet the light
Her visions and dreams long held in check
Burst forth, guided by a firm hand and mind

Finding within her the strength to surrender
Conventions and reservations striped aside
Together they’ll explore the hidden corners

In the dark places they’ll mingle and grow
Shedding their shame and hatred of self
Finding release and contentment as one

Copyright © 2014 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.

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From the Maelstrom

The Solitude of Time

Lighted by fear and loneliness
Explored in times of sadness
Relived, regretted and enjoyed
Filed away until needed again

The solitude of time cuts deep
Scared memories hidden away
Side by side with happiness
In dark corners, never forgotten

Moving on but never forward
Abandoning hope, only living
Existence of toil and heartache
Until dark thoughts abandoned

Fear ensues as light exposes
Searching with hopeful eyes
Accepting with an open heart
Infinite understanding in a glance

In the maelstrom eyes meet
Blue looking deep into green
Words exchanged, fears eased
Moving forward and exploring

Kindred hearts and desires
Finding a common language
Understood and unspoken
Relaxed and content as one

Soft lips touch with excitement
Fingers run through silky hair
Words muffled by passion
Search ended, journey begins

Cool of night excites the skin
Heightened by warm hands
Firm caresses ever roaming
Quickening breath and heart

Desires seep forth, tasting freedom
A single touch, endless possibilities
Unleashed, exposed and sensitive
Longing for the intensity of contact

Forgotten pleasures re-awakening
Tears of joy and ecstasy flow freely
Thoughts long held in check, echo
Clutching them closely, holding tight

Copyright © 2014 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.