I awake in the depth of darkness
Groping searching for your caress
The fear and heat envelop me
Covered in sweat wrapped in duress
In the gloom impossible to see
Panic consumes, dread ensues
Too dreary bleary to flee
Bladder full no strength to pee
At last then I touch you
Feel your skin made of cloth
I Embrace you in my sloth
That remembered treasure
The cool on my flesh a wash
As I lay my head upon you
A sweet intoxicating pleasure
Calming my fears
Drinking in my tears
Sleep soon follows
The other side
Of the pillow
About the Creator
Chris Santiago
I've always found a bit peace and release in putting word to written medium. I'm by no means an accomplished wordsmith but I find enjoyment in it. My love for writing started from world building that being a dungeon master provided.
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A Kiss
What is a Kiss? It's more than the release of a need. It's more than a lust of the moment, more than a simple physical embrace. When two hearts are completely vurnerable and opened to one another, it is the locking of those two beats. Each other feeling the embrace letting it guide their actions and reactions. Thoughts both full and completely obliterated at the same time. Although time passes it resides outside of this embrace, imperceptible to them. External sounds and sensations are all muted and melded together into a single inconsenquential hum. While the awareness of self and partner are heightened to a magnitude that is so blissful the thought of separation seems painful in itself, like a tearing asunder of your own being.
By Chris Santiago9 days ago in Poets
The Voyeur's Incandescent Reasoning
The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
By Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Author7 days ago in Fiction
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Thought I'd take this one in a more fun direction. I've always loved the cool feeling that washes over you when you flip to the other side of the pillow.