I hold the space where silence bends
Where want begins but never ends
One breath away from giving in
And knowing where we’ve always been
He speaks in honey over fire
A sweetness edged with quiet desire
Each word a spark I cannot outrun
A slow undoing just begun
I feel it settle on my skin
Not quite a touch, but drawing in
A warmth that lingers, low and deep
The kind that never asks, but keeps
I linger where the moment sways
Balanced on the blade it plays
One breath more and then we begin
Your hunger calling mine within
Waiting comes in quiet ways
A slow unfolding of the gaze
The air between us, thin and bright
A promise building in the night








smoldering tempo and sexy poem ❤️
Thank you, Crimsin. I’m glad the heat and pace landed for you.
Chère G.,
A poem of beauty is a joy forever, to molest an old expression.
A prayer?
An ode to love?
Whatever the cause, the joy and dedication is palatable.
Goes well with the fire artwork!
Love it to bits….
Warm regards, Gus
Thank you, Gus. I’m glad the fire and the words spoke to you together. Your kindness warms.
Beautifully penned, CG. An amazingly sexy little write my friend. I dig the way you use the image to inspire your words. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you, Damian… the artwork always comes after the poem. whatever image feels like it rises from it. I’m glad this one met the words.
seductive and alluringly good, Harriet -Jacqui xx
So kind of you to say. Thank you, truly