An Intake Of Breath

Moonlight floods
through the window,
illuminating desire across my flesh,
I wait for the brush of your hand
— goosebumps —
an intake of breath.
a prayer.
Echoes of smoldering wildfire
lie in embers across the floor —
longing to be stroked
with gentle fingertips
to burn as an inferno once more.

— Violet Tudor

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Redemption

Hands resting on shadows
my fingers slip
where yours belong
wildfire burns —

Still waters
ripple
through my heart’s corridors
each thrum
ardent anticipation of you.

Beautiful intrinsic secrets,
words spoken in the dark
unfathomable depths
as I fall into your soul.

— Violet Tudor

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Smoldering

Fire

Burning

Spreading through my veins

Smoke

Hanging in the air

The only signal

Of passion raging

Aching

Smoldering

Waves beneath my skin

Inferno

For you

From you

Wildfire

 

— Violet Tudor

 

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Rain

If I close my eyes
I can feel his lips on mine.

 

The raindrops melting

into my burning flesh —

 

As my heart pounds out

the letters of his name

like thunder
rolling

while lightning fingertips

slip burning fire

across the obsidian sky.

 

Rain.

 

— Violet Tudor

 

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Passages

Footsteps leading down pathways
of memories, the echoes softly
whisper through my mind.
Floodgates open
soft ocean flowers spilling through
leaving a carpet of petals
on the shocked sand,
beside me the moving water
sounds like it is calling his name
as I wait endlessly for his hand
to slip into mine and kisses
in the salted Summer rain.

— Violet Tudor

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Requiem For Love

Rhapsody —
exquisite shades of beauty
cast across stained glass patterns of love.

Secret passages of hidden pleasures
held in fragile binding.

The fallen flux of love torn in exquisite repose.
Straining the limits of shattered ecstasy —
requiem for love.

— Violet Tudor

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