Entwined

(dark erotica)

And when her eyes closed, her skin began reacting to the candle’s tantric-like iridescence with an unfamiliar eagerness.

Slowly, while becoming firmly entwined
in the fibers of his covetousness.

Her fascination reaches it’s apex.

Astounded by the fact that he somehow managed to probe the depths of her psyche and discovered her deviant inclinations...

…but how could he have known they weren’t derived from fictitious supplication.

Bound together by the precision of his assertion...
…her pharynx placed firmly within the clutches of his palms

Slowly succumbing to his vigor, releasing herself to his dominance.

Sharing torrid kisses in reciprocity.

The caress of fantasy gently lacerates her skin.

The mania of fanaticism intently pulling her hair.

Gradually as his vitality becomes fully encased in her sensuality...
…they become impassioned oneness

Tangled in dark imaginings

Rory


©rj2011

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A Consonance Of Scotch and Cigarettes

She hadn’t quite put her finger on it completely
Looking intently upon him while he sips his scotch
The certain way he stands out
Never one to back away from a challenge
Never settling for less
Living life to hilt…or so it appears
Yet the craving in his eyes reveals the elegies within his heart
A longing to once again know touch…intimacy
Having long ago, abstained from anonymous machinations
Fragments from far too many cold nights spent…
…dawdling in peculiarities and masochistic forbearance
Burdens his contemplation
Yet, as the plum from her last exhale dissipates into the ambiance
She recognizes he has become attuned…
…to the vibrations of her own tristesse
Breathing in his aura
Slowly surrendering to their mutual yearnings
Her hesitancy is now, much like ice cubes…
…melting away into the warmth of his attentiveness
Desire no longer smoldering in a cloud of suppressed emotion
While the ashes from her scarred past drop quietly into irrelevance
Anxious moments are distilling into clarity as…
…they both realize the expression of love still agrees with them


Rory


©rj2011


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Stillness In The Storm

from the book Spirit, Rhythms, Words

darkness rising with the sun

their bodies entwined

he smiles cautiously so as not to waken her

been staring at her for hours

searching his soul, wondering why the constellations . . .

thought of him and sent him this angel

encased in love impeccable

melancholy, sulking

cherishing her grace, questioning his worthiness

soon she will not be with him

and he begins to feel the void

. . . her absence will bring . . .

stifled by visions, anguish in monochrome

quickly in his mind he creates an alternate reality

one where the order of all things is intact

either that or tears

can’t let her see him cry

she is his foundation, he is her strength

still sleeping adjusting herself in his grasp

basking in

his protection, his dutifulness, his . . . .

. . . overwhelmed as he can feel her . . . .

CERTAINTY

droplets of rain sprinkle on her dream eternity

against his chest hearing the thunder of his heart

she can sense the storms imminence

couldn’t hold it back

his tears turning into rain, the rain becoming showers

her eyes open to . . . . . completion

stillness amidst the downpour


Rory


©rj2009/11

* poem inspired by the song "Showers" performed by Noelle "Shortee" Ililonga
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Destitution

(from the book Spirit, Rhythms, Words)

she never has learned to trust
existing only to satisfy lust
fate had already played it’s hand
always in the clutches of an abusive man
for her love has never been right
no longer is it worth the fight
pain and disdain
it’s all one and the same
this she feels towards everyone
all the hopes and dreams she ever spoke of
were either stolen or arrived broken
the childhood that won’t go away
only ego’s, libido’s, and lonely hearts appear
unanswered prayers tearing her apart
will another loving heart ever come near?
she arrives on the strip again and again
those dangerous inclinations of her evil twin
this, the only place where she thrives
fast money, faceless love, recurring nightmares
from out of nowhere another shadow appears
willing to pay for play in the alley way
the fee is tendered
her services rendered
now while watching him walk away
her emptiness inside must still be assuaged

Rory


©rj2008/2011


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