Intimate Poems

Blue Moon

I can hear the wolves howling. 
A blue moon sky tonight, 
movement, motion, magical, 
we're synchronized just right. 

Her silhouette's smoldering 
behind translucent screens. 
Perfect, pleasing, pandering, 
my fantasy, her scene. 

Incense burning, candles aglow, 
a breeze blows her to me, 
luscious, lacy, lingering, 
the only thing I see. 

She touches without touching, 
spectator on

Intimate Shadows

Last night held me
in its quiet arms—
no dreams to speak of,
just the weight of you
pressed soft against my skin.

Each awakening—
a smile tethered to your breath,
falling back into that tender space,
where love lingers
like a whispered promise.

You’re intoxicating—
a breath caught between heartbeats,
breathtaking, yet blind
to the beauty you wear like a second skin.

Maybe it’s the words I’ve thrown,
sharp

Escape

sensual touches
sate a need that aids depressed
hearts seeking passion
patches to cover twin aches
worn as scars from rejection

escape needs fulfilled
covers hold two stories told ~
desperate duet

It's all just words and writings

The will to feel each other skin to skin while sleeping in one bed

you want me, don’t deny it 

you know it’s not right, it won't be right 

Trying to distract myself from crying

telling you perverse ideas

Making you sweat and tell me what you’d do to me if I were there

The ideas get more grousome

Silky Dreams

Eye to eye desire begins, 
Ignites a flame that grows within. 
Mirrors whisper sweet soulful things, 
Two lovers hearts begin to sing. 

Fingertips reach for satin touch, 
Impressions left are craved so much. 
Slowly stroke erotic places, 
Leaving grins upon two faces. 

Fall into the wealth of a kiss, 
Enchanted hearts embrace in bliss. 
Teasing

Amorous Attentions

The intimacy of knowing your body 
as well as I know my own…
The unspoken permission 
to touch with my hands, 
to feel with my lips, 
my tongue,
 to move upon and explore
 the most secret of places,
witness the most intimate functions.
Your salty sweat is delicious, 
your saliva is like fine wine. 
Each pale hair that

Immediate and intimate

Identified no more with form,
with spatial silence as the norm,
poised in stillness, one with the all,
we feel God’s touch, tender and warm.

No images left to recall,
our vaporised presence stands tall,
as pure awareness self-aware,
bolstered by a benign bliss squall.

This revelation which we share,
is for those souls who choose to pair,
with love and light in heart aflame;
aura

In The Chill By My Windowsill I Sit Alone

Oh! How I despise dawn’s blushing optimism
and dried hydrangea blooms sepia skinned and papery thin.
Humdrum hands beat doldrums drum.

Why won’t the summer solstice light this darkness?
A gnawing hollow where my heart should be.
Where cinder clouds float in negative space
memories collect like nesting sparrows beneath eaves.

I stray, a waif lost with my armful of loss.
Your death

intimate-My SpokenWord

Intimate
Souls beautiful expression 
Of spiritual liberation and intimacy Glorious 

Redemption mine"Sins placed on the tree"
Freedoms paid for "Breath of freedom's gale"
Father's divine love "Embraces me, holds my hand"
Spirits soul inner connection 
"Reigns inside me gives righteous direction"
Protection "against those who hurt"
Abunant unity "As one, together"

Father release burdens you're my breathe freedom
Trust divine love embrace inner

Foreplay

Cuddles and feelings make the world so good.
Hushed our embrace, our silence understood.
Ten spare lights, as our romance is revealed.
Jenni in love, our hearts gently healed.
Jenni I allow you to ravish me this night.
Mutual trust, a bond shining bright.
Harmonious whispers dance in the air.
Gazebo nuzzles, a moment so rare.
Caressing souls, as sweet as your perfume.
Aspiring

Immediate and intimate

As we are being breathed gently by God,
we gently align our heartbeat with His,
that as grace in-pours, head gives heart a nod,
so that we clearly see truth as it is.

Slow is better, ending thought form chatter,
relinquishing each imagined belief,
piercing the veil of space, time and matter,
enlivened by bliss, turning a new leaf. 

Melding with the

An Intimate Portrait of the Poet

Today, we're tasked to handle 
the question that is Crandall.
We hope to shine a candle
on that most intriguing man.
You see him in the market -
his car, where did he park it?
My word, and you may mark it,
he's a most bewildered man.

Scruffy, skinny, short, and bald,
from where has he just crawled?
That's the question that we're called
to address

INTIMATE MOMENTS

       Loving moments shared
        tender, lingering kisses…
        sweet  love sprout in us !

Love of Literature

Love of Literature

Upon the nightstand rests my favorite book,  
I beckon her to bed to have a look.  
Anxious anticipation flutters in my chest,  
As the day's worries and woes, are laid to rest.

Tenderly, I take her in my hands,  
Caressing her cover, she knows my plans.  
Lightly yielding as

Intimate Stranger

A stranger shared my thoughts
Without knowledge of same
In the midst of another conversation
Spoken quickly out of context
I know you, I think;
You are just like me
United in love
By one risen Savior.

~ Judy Bausch

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