In response to James & Oneg's Summer Writing Challenge by way of Ashley Limaβs Submerged writing submission. I bring forth a tale of wistful dreaming. ***Erotica*** For mature readers.
The Challenge: August 24th - The Dream State Challenge: write a fantasy fiction or poem about a recent dream that you had. Whatever you remember, use as your fuel for this epic piece!
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The Answer: When the Dream is a Precursor to Reality
Thump. Thump. Thump...
Goes my heart
The cornea shifts under closed eyelids
Like a sealed vessel
Thump. Thump. Thump...
Lips are dry
Mouth is wet
The Iris widens in darkness
Pushing to remain sequestered from the
Light
Is this a dream
Or a vision
The door cracks open
The hinges call my name
Thump. Thump. Thump...
I feel the caress of flesh
The battle of air and skin
This is when I win
One step
Two steps
Three steps
Four
Thump. Thump. Thump...
Itβs been too long
I never thought I had it wrong
You heard my secret cry
The sheets are no longer dry
Timid
But not reserved
Our love is preserved
Thump. Thump. Thump...
Goes my beating heart
One year
Five years
Eight years
Have erased all our fears
The sheet raises
The bed dips
You shimmer those well-shaped hips
My heart leaps in anticipation
My mind swirls with elation
The gift of sweet deliverance
Little spoon to big spoon
Distance no more
You have reached my core
Thump. Thump. Thump...
Goes my heart
The cornea shifts under closed eyelids
Like a sealed vessel
Thump. Thump. Thump...
Timid
One finger
Two fingers
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Upon your shoulder
With each caress, I become bolder
Shifting backwards
The curve of my hips matches yours
Pushing against my sexuality
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The eyelids flutter
Like a magnet fighting against gravity
The left first
Then the right
Thump. Thump. Thump...
What goes down must come up
My heart fights against the awakening
My legs weakening
My stomach savoring
I clutch your spot
Like I have just been shot
Pitter patter
The sheets are flatter
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About the Creator
EYHCS
Poet by birth. Writer by craft. Artist by nature. I write poems, prose, short stories, fiction, and realism works of art dissecting the human condition and the resilience of the human mind. Many of my pieces are metaphoric stanzas.
A Flower Song
Apparently the Aztecs, Toltecs, Chichimecs and other Mexica were crazy about poetry. Despite the book-burning, slaughter, and epidemics that characterized the early stages of the Spanish conquest of the empires of Mexico, some hundreds of poems from the height of their tradition come down to us in Classical Nahuatl, preserved by Nahua and Spanish scholars of the 16th century. One of the most famous poets, Nezahualcoyotl, was a sage-king who opposed the cult of human sacrifice associated with Tezcatlipoca, God of the Smoking Mirror, and favored Quetzalcoatl, the Feathered Serpent. Flowers and feathers were the favorite offering of the Plumed Serpent. Moreover, flowers and feathers are a metaphor for poetry. Individual words, scattered petals, the down of tropical birds. The temples of blood sacrifice could be transformed into temples of flower and song. A sublimated offering to the Heart of Earth and the Heart of Sky encapsulated in the Classical Nahuatl kenning for poetry: in xΕchitl in cuΔ«catl, meaning, "the flower and the song." The following poem is part of a longer work, and is in a state of flux, so take the waters as they flow:
By Rob Angeli2 days ago in Poets
Comments (3)
Ooooo, this was so hot and steamy! Well done!
Great poem!
great work why cant you join my friends and read what I have just prepared for you