Yesterday

Very cold early this morning. Liquid darkness around me with no glimpse of moon or stars. Here on the moor you feel you’ve stepped off the edge of the world, into the ancient Babylonians’ seven outer regions, complete with magic and monsters.

Turning, turning as a flat shadow, haunted by the ghost of faded summer. S’pose you complete one more turn and vanish…?

Thoughts of summer and secluded, almost secret beaches where we’ve made love. Hidden in small rocky coves along the north coast. Your skin turning to gold in the sun – tasted salty as you dissolved. And with the arrival of sunset the shores would grow dark and echo the roar of the waves.

Last night

A Wolf Moon – its delicate, misted corona like a weird vision before eclipse. A bright ghost in the night sky, summoning disciples to dance skyclad for the Goddess across the moor.

melt into me

January 9, 2020

Afterward she lies nestled against me, her hair tickling my face. I stroke her lightly, memorizing her body. I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin.

Sara Gruen
Water for Elephants

storm raging

November 23, 2019

I remember that night in the Dolomites when we made love with a storm raging outside – the deafening crack of thunder as you were cumming shook the chalet to its foundations and woke everyone in the other rooms. We both felt as if we were in another world.

P

Perfect Day

September 23, 2019

Yesterday. A perfect Sunday – lovemaking in the morning then breakfast in bed; showering together, then to the sea, the cooling sea. Lunch at that place overlooking the bay, before returning to the beach and the sea. Lovemaking through the afternoon in our solitary cove, the rhythm of the waves and the cry of circling gulls orchestrating our frantic pleasures. In that small cave sheltered from the rain showers. Home in the dark, and then diner – followed by bed and more lovemaking. A perfect night, ending a perfect day.

Cherry Boy

September 15, 2019

you still ask me why i used to
pin down your arms whenever
we made love –
why i never let you control
the way we moved.
it was because i knew i was
something you did in secret.
the thing that made you flush scarlet whenever
your mother asked you about the cherry
coloured bruises running down your
neck like an aching riverbed.
‘imagine you meet the girl of your dreams
and she sees that?’ she’d say.
see. i knew what i was. of course i did.
and i couldn’t stand it.
i didn’t want it.
so whenever you ask me that question again,
print this answer into your neck too:
i did not want to be your bad habit –
i wanted to be your only habit. ❞

Salma Deera,

Burnt distance

August 29, 2019


 Take me
As in an endless fight
Invaded me
Put your hands on me
Earn my trust
Burn the distances
Between you and me

predator to prey

August 29, 2019

I love most that moment in our lovemaking when you go from predator to prey…

a kind of death

May 18, 2019

When you are making love don’t control. Go into uncontrol, go into chaos. It will be fearful, frightening, because it will be a kind of death. And the mind will say “Control!” And the mind will say, “Jump in and keep control, otherwise you will be lost in the abyss of it.” Don’t listen to the mind, get lost. Abandon yourself utterly and without any technique you will come to see a timeless experience. There will be no two in it: oneness. A consciousness will be there, a lucid passive consciousness will be there, you will know what is happening because you will be fully aware. But you will not be there; awareness will be there.

You have to imbibe the Tantra spirit – it is not a technique to be learned.

Osho
This Very Body the Buddha, Vol. 1, Talk #8

after love-making

February 14, 2019

“Why is it such a cliché to smoke a cigarette after love-making?” Hera asked.

“I suppose for those of us who enjoy smoking, it adds punctuation to the statement,” Bond said.

“Make it an exclamation mark, then,” she said.

Raymond Benson
The Facts of Death

take from her soul

July 24, 2018

It begins. And you must take from her soul. Palm against palm. Button after button, untying the dress of her spirit until you touch and possess that hidden skin with your eyes.