lost to dreams and fantasy
in languid noon-day heat,
a tendril of salted breeze
swirls across sea and surf,
stretching and yawning over
sun-bleached sands
and sleek colored shells
drawn to its destination.
it tickles my toes,
floats up my bare calves,
slides along my lean thighs
teasing
and exploring.
tiny curls ruffled
in soft caress
as it reaches the smooth
expanse of my hips.
oh how I long for
the feel of your
mouth on my skin,
your rough tongue
seeking buried treasure
along my sacred dips and valleys,
ink and scars
branded, a map
for your calloused hands
to trace.
the warm whorl pushes
higher,
skimming the fullness of
my curves,
snaking up and around
the arch of my back
til it rests like a yoke,
heavy on my shoulders.
only a whisper left
to cross my wanting lips,
craving you.
missing you.
pulling at the words
i don't want to say–
i'm sorry you're gone.
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Thank you for reading! I think this started as a Smooth Challenge entry but then did what it wanted, lol.
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Longing and lust... A painful combination... TS time... 🏅
Congrats on the TS for this moving piece!
Wow Heather this is an amazing bit of poetry! Absolutely brilliant
Yayyyyy I'm back to say congratulations on your Top Story!
Damn! Heather! 🔥 This piece is so insanely amazing! Not just the way you wrote the vivid poetic sexiness, but the deeper layers of this piece just messed with my heart. I’m so happy you let this one go where it wanted. Brilliant, my friend!! 💫💞
Hi-H ~ Of course you can cancel me for saying this, but your 'misleading' intro drew me into this read. I thought you were referring to that "MapQuest" Gadget thingy on my dashboard of my new 'lectric car that they had to give me 'Classroom' instructions on how to navigate it before I ran it into the ditch. I know a 'Guy-Thing' I'm not very romantic...but, lovely poem. 'J' in L.A.
Wow... this was a bit of a rollercoaster! It felt hot and sensual for a good bit and then you threw in a twist and made it tragic! Beautifully done Heather!! I think this is my favourite piece by you of all time!! Well.... favourite poem! Spy Tip #14 is still a classic of yours for me!! 💚 Congrats on Top Story, this is so well deserved and earned!!
WOW! What it means to be a woman...wonderful
Very sad piece with visceral tones of intimacy and longing
Can't beat when the story tells the tale. What a gift you have. Congrats Heather
No doubt this was a top story Congratulations
Congratulations on your top story! Well deserved!
Congratulations on the top story! Very much deserved. This had such a great flow to it and I loved the vivid vocabulary. It really opens your senses and allows you to experience the piece. Excellent job!
A wonderful poem and a well deserved accolade
Well, I missed this one somehow when you first published it, but holey moley, this is good! More positive proof that sometimes we have to let them write themselves. Way to go, Heather!
Congrats on the TS, Empress.
Brilliant!!! That happens!!! Congratulations on Top Story!!!❤️❤️💕
There it is...clearly Vocal are now happy to share this with even more people by sticking it on the main page. Well done, Heather. Congrats to you! See what happens when you just let it all come out...
Which is worse, for the beloved to be physically absent or emotionally? Both create an ache in the heart & the pit of the stomach, one of brokenness the other of sickness (though oft it is difficult to distinguish between the two), causing the mind to swim & the soul to drown in an ocean so vast it is all but impossible to find hope.
the portrayal of a wanting touch, nice upon nice H2, 😊😊
Lol, I loved how it did what it wanted! Those are the best kinda writing and your poem proves that. So smooth and gorgeous!
I enjoyed this
It is very beautiful!
I love this, so clever and beautiful. But I like your note at the end the best. "It did what it wants". Sometimes it just does, doesn't it :-D xx
Is it hot on here? I think it’s hot in here. Well that’s a good way to start the week, Thank you Heather.