Posts tagged “Sensuality

Intimacy

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Intimacy

Even in the dark I think of you—
That these shadows have made me long for your touch.
Might that I wrap myself in the soft, white blanket of your skin,
your whispers tumbling warmly into my ear.
And yet as I consider the tenderness within your voice
It is only the sound of my heart—trembling
To be next to you.

Charles Coakley Simpson


Vespers

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Vespers

Wake me with a kiss,
and stir my dreams with lips brush.
Might that I feel–
the soft, tender press–of loves flower.
Between the unturned  pages
of my heart

Charles Coakley Simpson


Twilight

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Twilight

The bridge between
dusk and dawn
is merely the distance
transversed
from my lips to yours

Charles Coakley Simpson


Plush

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Plush

Thus awakened
within arms womb–Embraced.
I am locked timelessly in amniotic warmth
Without condition–Immaculate
Therefore suspended–I am thus weightless
except for the delicate influence
Of a whisper

Charles Coakley Simpson


Apricot in Red Wine

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Apricot in Red Wine

She lay wrapped in a soft-white blanket,
imagining how warm it would be–her back against his chest,
their bodies curved around each other.
She has this addicting idea that his thumbs will fit perfectly
into the groove of her hips–his breath on her neck.
Leading him by the hand to her bedroom,
she silently lets him undress her, promising to be quiet,
to be quiet enough that no one will hear
Her naked soul

Charles Coakley Simpson


Poetry

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Poetry

The moment before the kiss
where I linger in the silence of intimacy.
Thus my eyes caress you with a delicate obsession
as I am smitten with tender anticipation;
that to want you is to need you for I live to adore you,
and yet I never knew I could love you–
Even more

Charles Coakley Simpson


Plum

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Plum

Purse of passion–
fill my mouth with sweet reward.
And thus mind you not these lips pressed
as I lay my cheek on thigh’s pillow.
For it is the tongue which plays ardently in your garden,
exploring the virtues of smoothen skin,
divining for wine—
Sublime

Charles Coakley Simpson