Within Grace

writing with love

Effortless Love September 30, 2011

Filed under: poetry — Within Grace @ 11:13 am
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No matter how tall, or how far, he is the man I love.

 

The man I long to hold
Within my embrace.
To kiss his lips,
Feel the rough of his smile
Soothe my ache.

 

Walking side by side,
Hand in hand;
Eyes memorizing his every move,
Preparing blue prints
For my tongue.

 

A single moment, to taste his breath,
Ecstasy would be mine.
A fire ignites,
Penetrates my soul,
As I simply think of him.

 

My body swells,
Overwhelmed with passion, with angst,
As I talk to him.
Readied fingers scurry
As I read his words.

 

Tears of joyous pleasure meet my lips,
As I see him.
A word,
A laugh,
A picture.

 

My wake is met with
Only happiness,
Because
Of
Him.

 

No matter how tall, or how far, he is the man I love.

 

© LRS 2011

 

 

Circle of Love September 22, 2011

Filed under: poetry — Within Grace @ 11:11 am
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Love fuels, my constant need,
Knocks me side to side
Drops me to my knees,
Stretches my heart pass entire
Feeds my soul her every desire,
Forces all of me to feel
To feel ache, aching need.

 

Love fuels, my constant need,
Need to feel
To feel loved.

 

Love fuels, my constant need,
Need to touch
To touch flesh,
Flesh exposed
Exposing my heart,
A heart, open to you
You, whom I love.

 

Love fuels, my constant need,
Need to love
To love, you.

 

© LRS 2011

 

 

Empty Love September 13, 2011

Filed under: poetry — Within Grace @ 9:06 am
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Intentionally creating silence
Hoping to be ignored
Something I can more easily relate to than this outpouring of attention

 

You make clear this murky water of despair flowing freely through my heart
Never before deemed important enough to be sought out
Remembered, made whole

 

Even if your care is all for show
Your love just words
Your thoughts intended for another
I’ll accept

 

At times, sadness overwhelms my mind
Tramples through my heart like a tornado
Destroying everything in its path

 

Why can’t I hold you?
Why after all I’ve done
Am I no more important than the strangers you pass?

 

Your presence would conquer all my doubts
Put to rest all my questions,
Yet strike fear to the depths of my core

 

Certain I’m only worth it from a distance
Walls go back up
Barriers I broke down slowly return

 

The pain felt against my flesh, I can tolerate
The strikes made against my heart drain my eyes
Every last drop
Emptying my soul for selfish gain

 

Darkness seeps from my being
It is fact
I am just your muse

 

© LRS 2011

 

 

Rebirth

Filed under: poetry — Within Grace @ 8:42 am
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Day after day I am invisible

Wanting everyday to feel… real.

Unable to clear my mind of the gifts you give

Collecting thoughts,

Cashing them in during times like these.

Obsessively checking on you, my mania does not reward

I am only alive when you

Think of me

Fantasize of me

Speak of me

When you… see me.

May I catch your breath?

Savor your sweet life?

I’ll make a bed next to my heart,

Provide you shelter within?

Because of you

I am real

Safe

Seen; therefore, I exist.

Born new in you.

 

© LRS 2011

 

 

Murdered by Love

Filed under: poetry — Within Grace @ 8:30 am
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I walked along the shore

A lone seagull soared gracefully above the ocean

We became one

Flying over the great sea

I drifted beneath clouds

The cool breeze kept me gliding

Waves crashed below

Faded in

Then out

I danced with the peaceful wind

As it carried me further

I could hear nothing

But you

You called out to me

Whispered my name

Suddenly

The sky, gray

Violently shook

Provocative electricity

Continuously zapped the water

Another bolt and I’m struck

Shaken

Confused

I feverishly flapped my wings

Longing to reach the shore

Ignorant

Blinded

I mistook your whispers as love

Instead

You used me

Attacked me

Left me alone for dead

 

© LRS 2011

 

 

Listened

Filed under: poetry — Within Grace @ 8:11 am
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Vision blurred
Steps shaky
Unable to determine my next move

 

Violently aware of my desires
Lacking the ability to make a decision
I sat in torment

 

Experienced the best of both worlds
From opposite ends of the spectrum
Pleasantly surprised to be craved

 

That night I found control
I owned power over my fantasies
Together we moaned with passion as I bled
The blood, a reminder of both pleasure and pain

 

© LRS 2011

 

 

Our First Dance September 7, 2011

Filed under: erotic poetry — Within Grace @ 10:39 am
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audio clip of —> Our First Dance

 

Skin smelling of orange honey blossom
A light glisten of dew
Silky locks drape my shoulders
Melon scented gloss smoothes over puckered lips
Three inch spiked heels
Snuggly embrace these delicate toes
Freshly painted crimson red
I fill the seams of my favorite black dress
Taunt breasts peek slightly
Hoping to capture a glance

 

I walk into Shade
The blues band plays tonight
Luring me to the dance floor
Sitting at the dimly lit bar
Ordering a glass of Cabernet
Leaving my imprint along the rim

 

A light tap upon my shoulder
My body shudders
“Is this him?”
One last sip
Red flows pass my tongue
Down my throat
Warms my chest
Excites my flesh

 

Turning to take his hand
I look up, into his eyes
All I’ve held within
All I’ve desired
All I’ve struggled to imagine
In his eyes
In the touch of his hand
I feel truth
I know love

 

For tonight,
The risk in a naughty smile
Grabs me by the waist
Into his arms
Our bodies sway to romantic rhythms
The strength of his hands on my back
Promises a night of sweaty passion

 

The closeness,
In which he pulls my body into his
Feeling his pulse pressed against my thighs
Promises protection, safety
Allowing me to be vulnerable with him
The tears in his darkened eyes
Honored to share our first dance
Promises real love, true love
For all eternity

 

Without a single spoken word
Our eyes lock, gripping all attention
Our hearts race, love reaches climax
Our lips part, slowly we ease towards passion
To finally cease the intense longing
Insatiable cravings
Aching desire
To feel and fill one another

 

Quivering lips meet
His tongue; soft, warm
Breath smelling of Scotch,
Tenderly heats my mouth
Ravenous for his kiss
I feast
Sucking, kissing, licking his mouth, lips, tongue
We never break
Not even for a breath
Finally clutched in love
This dance is where life begins
And ends

 

© LRS 2011

 

 

 
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