Silhouetted Nights

Autumn, aching, forgotten
as crisp air carries the leaves.
Silhouetted nights perfumed with passion,
silent words dropped
between the spaces of heartbeats, and
the taste of forbidden love in my veins.
I hold our stolen moments in my hands,
gentle, tender fingertips stroking memories
the way the night wind caresses the stars.
I feel your arms holding me tight,
the brush of your lips,
the rise of the electrical current between
you and I, an admission of love
escapes my lips,
and oh, to kiss you graceless.

— Violet Tudor

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Woven Reality

Conjoined heartbeats
Words of same breath
The simple yet complex way
You hold my hand
The need conveyed in a glance
Emotions rustle
Woven reality
Caressed with gentle fingertips
Through the loom of love

— Violet Tudor

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Reignition

The virtue of audacity
drowning in ink
spilled
into chiselled hieroglyphs
where love once resided.

Reignition
before the flames turned to ashes,
the sacred and profane
scattered among the white-hot embers
slowly begins to burn.

— Violet Tudor

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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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