Held in thrall....3

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And then I
remembered
the time when
we touched each other
not only with our hands
and limbs
but with our hearts.
Time melted away
past whistled away
and no trace of thoughts 
remained.
Love lolled about
smiles lingered lazily
all over
and fingers played
melodies of magic
in every pore.
Nothing was
nothing remained
and nothing happened
when we were 
everything unto ourselves.

Of Nature....6

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For once 
I am sure
and in no doubt
or hesitation
that in responding
to this invite
from 
the soft rays of the sun
the clear expanse of the lake
the reassuring green
of the forest
I have only respected
the need
theirs and mine
to touch each other 
deeply
and truly
and my nakedness
is simply my 
willingness to embrace
all of it.

Smoothly...

Aleksandr Fess, model: Stasia Shpits

Smooth is the light
and smooth is the touch
of the pearls 
that I hold in 
the necklace
that sits smoothly
on my nape
as I circle 
my breasts
smoothly
with my hand
and the curves of my
body
smoothly drape
the sensations
that drop from my mind
into my space.

On my own...6

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Being sensitive
to myself
I began hearing
stirrings of
desire deep
that had been buried
long back.
My senses woke up
- delicate touch
-soft fragrance
- rhythmic breathing
- shapely curves
and lingering tastes.
Just to be
with the sensation
took me to another world
of my own
full of ecstasy
and yet of nothing
by nothing
for just being
sensuous.

Not Knowing Yet...2

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I have a place in 
your life
as a lump
of flesh and blood;
and I don't sweat
over it.
It's your life.
I don't let that
rule over.
I like my life
the way I live it -
of flesh, blood and spirit.
If I long to touch you
it is to your 
flesh, blood and spirit.
And if you touch me
only in your flesh..
I know not yet
where it will take us
but I know where it will
for me. 

Passions ...7

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Well I am with it
and I know you too
cannot let go of it.
Those magical touches
that light up
every single cell
in the body and the mind
when nothing else matters
except love
of being and being of love
giving, taking
uniting and beyond
just as the full moon
rises and shines
and enters your whole being
making it the dwelling 
of God of Love
divine.

Passions....5

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To see what's real
and unreal
I touch myself
and discover
unknown territories -
dark alleys
uphill climb
and sudden descents.
I grope my way
around
hoping to meet
angels
fearing encounters
with demons.
My heart pounding
I meet a long lost
soul of mine
that hums
a sorrowful tune
and it is a solace
after all.

The building

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I love the way
they build the old-fashioned way
brick by brick
frame by frame
everything put
by loving hands
the rough made
smooth by touch,
the sensuality
of the burnt brick
and the polished wood
and one day it all will
be transformed
into a lovely
space that will 
give warmth
to the loved ones,
unknown to them the
way it was built.
Cell by cell I live
that love showered
once upon a time.

How I wish....

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How I wish it was
easy to touch myself
like I touch this wall;
simple to exist
like the painted flower;
smooth to move
like a drawer in the store
How I wish it was
easy to own myself
like I own this house
simple to laugh
like the character in the idiot box
smooth to float
like the breeze in the garden.