Naked Reflections Poetry: Shameless and Unapologetic

Tag Archives: Desire

Come Home Early

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sexybathtublegs

213 Honey Brown

How may I serve you?

Today’s special:

“Come Home Early”

I unlocked the front door

Hang your jacket

And free your hands

Unwind your mind.

 

Bring the chilled glasses

from the freezer

Take the strawberries

and whipped cream

from the refrigerator.

 

Come to the bathroom

Where relaxation awaits us

Sensual and soothing

Sage and vanilla

Candles dance with

Wind chimes in the distance.

 

Place our glasses and fruit

on the bathtub tray

Pour us a little Stella Peach

While I perch on smooth porcelain

In my lavender panties and bra

And your favorite silver spiked stilettos

Before I watch you undress.

 

Remove your clothes

One piece at a time

I appreciate every sexy detail

The clank of your buckle

That rush of your zipper’s descent

The whispering fall of your crisp shirt

And that final sigh

before you pull down your shorts

Releasing caged desires

Come to me baby.

 

Standing to weaken your naked strength

My feet slip out of each shoe

Sauntering into your personal space

Removing my bra and panties

While I kiss your lips like bait.

 

Picking me up

My legs straddle your waist

Open arms envelope your neck

You slowly step into the water

Easing us both down gently

into bubbly bliss.

 

 

 

She Who Shields

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The quiet, gentle man who

accepted her past with care

and took none of her present for granted

Took a chance on love

 

Who listened without pause

and tugged at tangled heart strings

Until she found comfort in his hold

 

Who promised he would wait

Who said time would heal

Wounds she whispered through her shield

Doesn’t want to lose again

 

His words were laced in lilac

Whose thoughts simmered on warmth

Who fell in love with her shattered pieces

is patient like dusty shoes

 

Who secured a cozy corner

Between soul and desire

Reserved and protected

for the day when flowers dance with wind chimes

 

Whose hand touched hers

Whose eyes locked in 20-20

Whose affection could mend

shards into her mosaic masterpiece

 

If only for a moment

She would trust his intentions

and return them without strings attached

not spiked with doubt

 

Could he who loves

be loved too?

 

(This poem was inspired by Sandra Cisneros’ poem “Abuelito Who”)

Crush Me into Love

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blue dawn

Discombobulated emotions

Anticipating the smallest things

What will he wear

What will he say

Where will he be

How does he hold his #2 pencil

If we speak, will he see my lips quiver

The gloss sticking

My tongue tricking

Eyes deceiving me

Giving away my desire

Hands fumbling

Betraying my sense of calm

Unable to maintain steady ground

On warm wobbly legs.

I want to be

Smashed

Rendered weak

Under his finger-tipped touch

His unrestrained kiss

His intentional embrace

Tenderly carrying me into the blue

of his music

Where orange blossoms caress us

And the wind sings silent melodies

Between us.

Is this called a crush?

Crush me under his passion

Asphyxiate me in all that is him

And if this is more than a crush

Then crush me

Into love.