Perfume enough to breathe.
I feel it before you move.
I stop breathing
so it can thin.
It curls around the room.
Silk no longer soft.
Silk holds
what you deny.
Light bends
to what I hold.
Light slows
until it listens.
A breath falls.
It knows
who taught silence.
I do not move.
A breath drops
too far.
I remain
because stillness keeps me.
I feel it
before you move.
You wait
as if waiting were choice.
Waiting sharpens
into permission.
The room tightens.
Velvet darkens.
Velvet obeys.
Everything stops.
Everything lingers.
I stay exactly there.
I stay.
Learning
how long you can last.
Learning
how long you let me.











Tingly and dark. we love the sizzle
Thank you. This one carries a dark little spark, so I’m glad the sizzle reached you. 😉
Chère G.,
Love your write to bits!
I quote a very talented writer (DUP) who’s poem I put to music:
I like the light on
So I can see
Your face your face
As you are fucking me
Love your new curl as well. A very daring one. I bet that was the outset anyway.
Keep these poems coming please!
Warm regards, Gus
Thank you, Gus. Always appreciate your enthusiasm. Glad the piece caught your eye. I’ll keep the work coming. 😉