Agency

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Wings of desire drift
 Gentle breezes   
 Cool dark night  
 Scattered stars  
 Synthetic aroma’s  
 Glances speaking volumes
 Others hiding mysteries
 Enticing visual dances  
 Moans suffocated     
 Sparkles gleam
 Grins burst  
 Laughter rings  
 Voices whisper
 Lies are promised  
 Kisses susurrate    
 Skin blushes
 Temperatures rise  
 Concealed embers pulsate  
 Buttons open
 Thirst increases
 Sweat beads  
 Moans escape
 Embers glow brighter   
 Tinted windows flash
 Control weakens
 Wild hunger surges  
 Tongue swipes  
 Fingers explore
 Complicity accepted  
 Snaps undone  
 Zippers fall  
 Breathes shorten  
 Eyelids flutter  
 Nails grow anxious  
 Breathes draw deeper 
 Temperatures spike  
 Clothes fly and crash  
 Sloppy lips compress 
 Tongues bathe together          
 Words are muttered  
 Warm honey drips  
 Colorful glove penetrates   
 Throat clutched  
 Control relinquished 
 Bodies tense and relax
 Nature dances with lust
 Micro quivers ripple   
 Nails puncture sweaty tissue  
 Repeated rises and falls  
 Dips and gasp caught and lost                   
 Determined erratic tempos bounce  
 Bloody lines streak  
 Tremors spring leaks       
 Humanized adrenaline injections  
 Spent energy pants  
 Muscles labor energetically
 All or nothing impingement unleashed  
 Contorted lovers rage                          
 Human instruments sound out-loud  
 Resilience is frayed   
 Bio mechanical dams ruptured
 Human fluidity flows 
 Sins ripen nectar- drips   
 Weaken skin mountains  
 Become slides breaking free
 Temperatures wane
 Tantalizing flames of desire subside  
 Draughts of oxygen swallowed
 Compensating glasses guzzled
 Head rushes- done  
 Race for the finish
 Equally… won  
 
 Poet of the Light © 2020

Published by Poet of the Light

I’m a deep visualizing poet creating particular facets, not only line by line, but even the shades and innuendo's between them; to the point that, I can get so comfortably caught up in my imaginations first imperfect draft that I sometimes just move in to stay there… rhetorical, spelling, grammar, mechanics be damn, nothing in life is that perfect. I don’t need tailor made, I need someone/something to fit well enough that it becomes fashionable for me to wear well. I don’t need to pretend to know everything and I resist pontificating those things I’m well versed in. I'm just a simple romantic at heart waiting on a perfect storm to completely sweep over me like a gentle fresh dawn. In the meantime, I write meaningful (to me) poetry from my heart and share it here. I tend to approach everyone a friend, until they demonstrate something different. I enjoy having creative exchanges with other like minds artist, writers. Thank you for reading, commenting and your visit. I appreciate all the feedback (good or bad) you care to offer. Feel free to reach out by email for private exchanges if you wish.

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