In the forgetting, in the act of extinguishing our fire,
in the struggle to rid my body of its erotic longings, its carnal addiction,
it is the shutter’s click, it is this sweet yet cruel apparatus that serves as a reminder of you.
Tagged: Nikon D7000
HNT: Sepia
This brand new day
This sepia dawn
Makes little sense
Without you near
Pressed in tight
Pressed in close
Our bodies bound together
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HNT: Hover
Don’t
Hold yourself afar
Don’t
Hover a moment longer
For
I want, I crave
Need
Your sweet perfecting touch
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HNT: The Fire Inside
Outside
The rain comes down
The winds they howl
But the fire it burns
Inside
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HNT: Dress Me…
Dress me
In the fabric of your passion
In the cloth that bears your heady scent
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Deux
Your gaze
Your thoughts
Your presence
They feed and sustain me
They bathe this flesh
In the sensual
In the haze, the lilac glow
To my readers, to my friends, to my lovers, past and present, who have inspired the word
and the image, who have taken my heart, mind and body to the craved, the unimagined,
thank you for your enduring support and a memorable two years.
~Minx x
HNT: Danger
Come close
Come near
Drown me in your danger
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HNT: Wrap
Be my fire
Be my passion
Be my flesh and blood protection
Be my lover
Be my man
Be the one I wrap myself around
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HNT: Kiss These Lips
Kiss these lips
Feed them your flesh, your secrets
Whisper into them desire
The cravings you long for in the night
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HNT: Against the Wall
Against
This wall
This time
This bricks and mortar distance
I can not scale
I can not tame
I can not break into sweet soft yielding threads
I am nothing
But fire and blood and longing
I am nothing
Without your flesh to hold, indulge, to take
(Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…)