This is in response to Shidonae’s poem Passion.
And the night of numbness gives way to fire. Fire in eyes, fire in breath, fire in touch. A burning that only diving head-first into smoldering wetness will relieve.
“Let go,” he said, and she gazed back uncomprehendingly through half-lidded eyes. She had no thoughts left to process the series of sounds he uttered. Yet, his meaning was clear; surrender.
And as claws of steel entered her above and below, as hungry teeth peeled the skin off her nipple, as reality became a slippery fish in her soapy hands, she thought, So this is what it feels like…
And then she let go.
then she let go.
she let go.
let go.
go.
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Yum.
I adore this piece. It has such a different feel to it. Mirroring transformation. Mirroring the alchemy that’s happening beneath the surface. Its core is anchored in freedom, in needs sated, in lust spilled over… What wonderful, beautiful, life-altering truths.
A breath of fresh-air for all who catch a glimpse of this flame. (And as a side-note: I love the way that Fire demands Breath. The way that Fire feeds and grows and intensifies.)
Thank you for showing up, Dreamwalker.
And thank you, Shidonae, for the inspiration!
soft kisses to all