Carefully placed fingers
press
against the pale shades of my skin,
that shivers in silence
and only evaporating heat
can be heard
in the still hours of this darkness.
Accidentally visible shadows
on the light blue wall
touch each other and
dance
to the music of their own movements,
forcing you to look up
and me to observe
– us –
in the form of faceless reflections
that are black in colour.
Your lips purposely sting mine
as I touch you
with a kiss,
which forces my crossed legs
do the opposite.
Trip over me, so we have a reason to touch.
– Chatty Owl –
CHATTYOWL 
**sigh** Your writing has that certain “je ne sais quoi” about it.
A pleasure to read as usual, dear Owl. Dream on…
And a pleasure to read your feedback, mister.. Thanks for being so supportive. I have missed you around recently! Busy?
Sadly… But always all pleasure to visit you. I like the new wallpaper on your site.
Thanks, I heard that it looks slightly sad, which wasnt my intention, but i guess im in some black and white mood at the moment. Always glad to see you paying me a visit here 🙂 be safe and hopefully you’ll be less busy soon.
Thank you.
Great writing, and the last line especially “captured” me. The wordplay pulled me to the sensual nature of the poem. Thanks for sharing.
Wow .. this is great…
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A dream to be touched, not felt… Where each partner takes notice and reacts as if in trance, knowing that stings lead to pleasure, eventually. When desire rules, details are blurred. What may be remembered most may be the tripping… Someone finally took a chance and asked “Can I have this dance?” The rest, sure to be a dream worth keeping.
Thanks for sharing these creative words…
I think that is where the biggest problem is – when desire blurs out the line. We are all animals and creatures if passion and desires, its all about how much you let your inner animal to overtake you..
Love the final line here
Thanks so very much! 🙂
Heck yes, girly.
Ufff. Thanks. Stop twatting about, by the way.
Hahaha! Things have been rough over here, Owlie. I’m trying to keep shit into perspective, but I’m a bit of a mess.
P.S. I posted that poem about the girl. There will be plenty more bullshit to come. I’m sure of it.
Let me check. I havent been on the reader in days.
I guess “join the queue” fits perfectly here, lol
Ha! Yeah. Poor Lonely Bastards 101 only has a couple seats left.
I have been telling all my friends about your blog 🙂
You surely know how to make one smile.
Oh!.. the Owl is up late (as expected) LOL
I was, yes:) haha. Keeping an eye on british time? 😉
yummilicious and sexy! love it.
🙂
Wonderful writing, great choice of words (those that are used and those that are not, the tension is palpable and the atmosphere crackles.
More please.
What a lovely compliment, thank you so very much. Sorry for a late reply, really struggling with time recently..
Did I detect a strong dose of sensuality there —- mesmerizing
Yes it was.. And im glad you approve..
swoon
there is so much i love about this piece…just dunno how to say it
You dont have to say anything.. You being lost for words is the biggest compliment!
Doesn’t happen much huh 😛
This is delicious
Thank you. Delicious is always good.