Passion

A post for National Poetry Day.

 

Passion

Passion
Unconstrained and uncontrolled
Frantic, desperate
Kisses that blend souls.
Hands touching, tearing
At each others flesh;
A need that cannot be delayed
That must instantly be met.
Bodies lost in pleasure
Yet seeking hungrily for more,
To sink into each others depths
And find themselves anew.
Complete annihilation
Or rebirth of the soul,
No one is unchanged
By this sacrifice of all.
Surrender to emotion,
To the most physical of needs,
Triumph in the glory,
That erotic release gives.
Be only in this moment
Yourself and other, now
Coupled and self-centred
In most exquisite joy.
Reaching for the infinite
Forever out of reach
Driven ever deeper
By passion’s endless kiss.

© Caitlin 2013

The Secret

When you feel unable to speak and yet your heart is full.

Sonnet VIII  – The Secret

I hold a secret close within my heart,
With force that may not ever be revealed,
The words of love that from my lips would start,
Are held inside, for must my lips be sealed.
Were I to speak the love I feel within,
You would pour scorn on such a raging flood
Of heartfelt passion that my eyes would dim
And in that dark would pain become my blood.
And yet that pouring out of love, denied
Is substitute for more intense desire,
The need for lust itself to be untied
And touch inflame our bodies into fire.
But passions fires are banked and love is dumb,
Yet hearts need words and these rhymes give them some.

© Caitlin 2014

On Mondays I Miss Him

You know how it is; you’ve had a wonderful weekend. There has been fun, passion and wonder. Then Monday comes and you’re sitting in the office remembering the weekend and looking forward to another chance to do it all again.

Sonnet VII – Monday

Can Monday be the day I miss you most?
I feel your absence keenest from my side,
The empty space where weekend love could boast
You were within and did with me abide.
I cling to memories of what we shared
As overhanging branch for drowning men.
Reliving each sweet proof that then you cared
And feeling passion’s heat fill me again.
But phantom kisses cannot warm me still
Unless our love extends into my week,
I need to know that I make your heart thrill
And so, I long to hear, you thusly speak.
So now my heart leaps forward to the time
Your arms and hands and mouth tell me you’re mine.

© Caitlin 2014

Surprise Saturday – Reflections of Love

Full Moon
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In the dark I sleep, but what is this?
I am roused by your insistent kiss.
Your breath hot on my neck, your teeth take hold,
I melt inside and thus my soul is sold.

You take me hand and lead me from my bed
Unto the window to gaze outside instead.
You stand behind and fold me in your arms
No night so chill but that embrace could warm.

Your hands spread creamy whiteness on my skin,
Which instantly its melting does begin.
The scent of coconut intensifies my bliss,
My every sense alive for naught but this.

The full moon glows now with the only light
And makes window pane a mirror to my sight.
I see my gleaming breasts beneath your hands.
I see, I sense and tremble where I stand.

Your body close to mine, your head bowed low
Against my neck, our passion all on show.
No secret of our love or our desire,
Just moonlit bliss of which I never tire.

© Caitlin 2013

A Memorable Date

I took my boy away, to a hotel, where we could express our love as we pleased, as we needed to, where we could be ourselves.
I needed to hurt him, to keep hurting him and that is what I did; this poem tells you just how much.

Whipped

Sonnet V – A Memorable Date

Tenderly I at first caress your skin,
You stand, my naked boy, for me to touch.
Then take I up my whips, my cane so thin,
This is love’s kiss; let it be not too much.
Sixty seconds doth each long minute make
But measure we alone in counted blows.
Each stroke requested and with love you take,
Given with pride, we do not care who knows.
Six of the best could never be enough
To show each other just how much we care,
Each stripe upon your skin is not too tough,
When knowing  who it was who placed them there.
And all that love poured out ‘twixt us in pain
Bonds us as owned and owner yet again.

© Caitlin 2013