Poetry

Phoenix Rising (poem)

This love’s a craving a desire deeper than the fishes- there is so much dark in me and though I myself can always see the light, the beacon, it may not flash so consistently for another locked into my orbit. I burn as brightly as the sun yet when I meet another hotter entity I…… Continue reading Phoenix Rising (poem)

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Poetry

Desire

He traces a finger across My collarbone- I shiver, my skin becomes electric and I blink like a live wire runs right through my body and he holds the power switch. My back arches and my pulse pounds, as I knowingly and willingly submit.