A Velvet Lining

Velvet Lining

He was not

a silver lining

but one of

deep, dark velvet


a softness

with secrets tucked

within folds

peeking out

over edges


a richness

sliding over my palms

untold stories

slipping between fingers


an honestness

baring fantasies

dark finding light

inviting my own

to play


an exoticness

of woven intricacies

wrapping my mind

while urging

my fervid desires

be cloaked

within his own



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Roll Me In This

She lived for nights

I do.  I absolutely do.  And truthfully, I do not understand people who don’t.  Once you imbibe and roll yourself in these, you’ll never go back.  Never want less. The feelings naked kisses flutter over your skin, unasked for and uncontrolled. The romance of him noticing, buying your favorite wine, having it poured when you arrive. Giddy giggles as he entwines his fingers as says he loves your hair. Pounding hearts that almost strip clothes off bodies without your help and crash into wrestling grips of each other on the closest chair or simply the floor. This is…how I live.