eros the bittersweet

naked bodies

naked bodies
alone in twilight
innocent eyes
burning under

the tanned skin
touching faces,
kissing, holding
the softness of
each caress like
watching the snow
melt on your palm
now unsteady
reaching for the
fire creating want
naked bodies
whose breaths
rise and fall in
sweet, silent moments
lips gently searching
innuendoes and realities
souls desiring
electricity in flesh,
of limbs bending
and bed rocking
whispers reigning
over hushed laughters.

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anais nin

and the day came when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

t.s. eliot

i should have been a pair of ragged claws.

frida kahlo

i hope the exit is joyful and i hope never to return.