Warning: Erotica Adult Content Over 18
Fingertips dance down arms
I pull the sheets tighter around me
It is the wind, only the wind
Flames lick my collarbone
I use ice and cool my heat
It is the sun through the window, only the sun
Plagued with teasing and heated hints of touch
Across skin deprived of any but my own
I blame the season and fear winter
Silk flows over me like water, a second skin, tantalizing softly
Heated water enfolds me and embraces, lifts me weightless
Enraptured I sink into either, seeking solace and relief
Please, please, no more, please now
I hear a voice begging as if in pain
Tears flowing I awaken, it is a dream only another dream
Valentine, 22-May-14
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You know Val you are a most excellent poet.. And your words are so sensuous and captivating.. I hope all your winter’s night are warm with the heat of your passionate thoughts .. 🙂
Sue, thank you. I am learning to not second guess myself. Not hide. It is amazingly freeing.
“I blame the season, and fear winter”! So powerfully evocative Valentine! Great job!
Thank you so much Madhu. I am feeling (literally) my way through this.
Reblogged this on The ObamaCrat™.
Again, you honor me. Thank you
Val has certainly metamorphosed from a troubled, tormented soul into an erotically-charged, self-assured woman. In other words, she’s turned into a horny old broad! 🙂 Seriously, though, Val! This is great poetry. I just wish you’d stop with the “Over 18” warning. None of us here should be offended by or too naïve to read such material. If anyone is, then that’s their problem. Please keep it…er, coming? Keep it…up? Oh, hell! Just keep going with it. You’re a great poet!
Thanks Alejandro, the warning is for new visitors and a few have been offended. Read back a few and you will see some comments that I allowed to stay.
Some are new, some have resided in my journals for years. This has always been part of me. It is simply I did not feel free to share this part until now. I am happy others are enjoying this new addition.
Was it really a dream? Me thinks someone has a secret lover – one who visits at sundown and departs before sunset 🙂
Another impressive one 🙂
Thank you Eric, I am glad you enjoy these ventures into my dreamland. They are nothing more than that, just dreams.
You have a good knack for this style. Enough praise, off to shower.
Ah Frank, high praise. Thank you
You have a talent for writing poetry
Thank you Ian, I do appreciate your compliment.
I’m breathless. This is powerful erotica, Val.
Thank you Tess, I am glad you liked it. Do me a favor, make my friend happy go answer his poll. Look at the comments. You will see it.
Everybody is ignore my poll request….maybe you shouldn’t write erotica for a living…. 😦
Lots of people don’t read comments, it is a strange thing. Sometimes I think we should be happy for it you and I.
Yes, we are both allergic to dumbfuckery
😉
Oh Val the end caught me offguard – what an intense dream that was…! I am thinking your poetic mind is enchanting!
Thank you Christy, high compliment from a talented poet.
I’d like to take a poll, how many, besides me, think Ms. Valentine Logar has a career in writing, especially erotica? I mean sensuous sensual erotica? Please post yay or nay for me….
I am keeping very quiet here.
Good Girl.
Beautiful . . . But so lonely. “Across skin deprived of any but my own” is such a powerful line.
Reflections often show where we walk don’t they, not necessarily our destination, simply the paths getting there.
Thank you A.J.
Fingertips dance down arms – great imagery
Thank you Carl. That is what poetry should be, shouldn’t it?