Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Glide your fingers across my curves,
let your lips rest on the softness of my hips
while your body casts a shadow
on the width of my form.

Your warmth,
saucy and sweet-
liquid musk I drink in
with my parched mouth.

-Lucy

After images of passion
linger in an old man's dreams
following her curves to the stillness of my heart

cast yr visions
into the fray
of nightmares
&
what rises
is yours
for all time

I don't need to sleep anymore to have nightmares
I have the evening news to keep me occupied

But in my dreams
the snake goddess dances for me
and I feel the painless bite of the black widow

For this time. For now
They say a woman is a man's fate.

Rosey cheecked demons
starry eyed maidens

"crooked-back or bandy-leg
But Tinker Jack can forge
Beauty from Hag"

"flesh and blood needs flesh and blood"
But I survive on tricks of the light
and the woman in shadow

In the sweltering stillness of my sultry summer slumber,
the soft sweetness of your silent
discovery between jasmine scented sheets
stirs me.

You outline the shapes of my figure with your curious mouth,
painting my desire with the brushstrokes of your fingers
across the canvas of my body.

The sincerity of your overtures silently swirling
in silky circles against my ardent skin.

-Lucy

the long hot summer
such passion fogs
my glasses Lucy...............

your form dressed
in shadows alone
beg my kisses
to follow the dark
and silky threads
of pleasure
to their center
where I spin
for you a replica
of heavens
creation

And I uncloak your form,
remove the shadow from your face
with the lucidity of my kisses,
attempting to weave the threads of your passion
with my nimble fingers.

I pore over the loom of our lust
silently peeking
at our creation,
thrown about on the bed, ragged with pleasure
for us to share.

She wrapped her trunk around my waist and drew me to her.
And as she studied me with her brown eyes,
she took my hand in the end of her trunk
and placed it in her mouth.

I can still feel her body next to mine after all these years. I remember her brown eyes and the love in her embrace.

The memory is itched into my skin,
a tattoo of our amorous devotion to one another.

The scent of your body still lingers.
I cannot forget you.

never half a woman
always whole,

she lights the morning,
smile broad,

energy returned, if
only for precious
moments,

that's enough to
soothe my desire................