Stony creek. Michelle Pullen 2008
Held calm between my arms.
Gentle water caressing, stillness of stone, as a lover moulds a breast.
Gently soaking into my skin.
Reflecting the pebbles of my being, in the sunlight of all we call love.
The willows bend and stretch, to meet our harmony.
Within the shadows,
Secrets we create
All is still,
Safe, untested.
Playfully you arouse me.
The life within our giving breaks, beyond the boundaries of the banks.
Unwashed stone.
Moss, rigid and hard, surviving in the logic of thinking.
Now must bend with the abundance of our excess.
The lover tears at thy breast, ripping the bosom apart,
In search of things beyond the flesh.
Pounding fearful truths of my strength.
Growing, racing towards one that shall envelope me as I have you.
The sea.
AdamAnt
I like your written material as well but this is my fav. Plenty of angst and sexual tension.