I am incredibly honored to have 3 pieces selected for inclusion in the anthology, Screaming from the Silence
@vociferouspress @nightandsparrow
Stanzas from the Silence – poetry
Stories from the Silence – prose
Sketches from the Silence – visual art
Despite the distance
I hear it
My body pleads
Undeniable control
Delicious and magical quality
How he speaks
Deep tones
Passionate pauses
Drawn out words
So pleasing
Aching to be
An indescribable urgency
Sensual need
To experience
Him
A consuming fantasy
His
For the taking
Exclusively
♥
Deep inside
Vault of secrets
Written only in her mind
Lucious greed
Desire replays
Dimly lit scenes
Supple textures
Amplified pleasures echo
Heady seduction
Exhilarating
She waits
Anticipating
The moment
Reality exceeds imagining
Unlocked fervency
Exquisite need
How is it possible
Intensely deep
Heartbreaking
Beautifully devastating
But why
You were never even mine
I fell in love with the words
Imagined reality
An illusion
Illustrated by you
Embodied by me
Our story isn’t over
To be continued
In another time
Farewell for now
Future dreams
For I know
Someday
You
Will
Be
Mine
Twas the night before Christmas out in the country
Everyone was sleeping Snoring can be heard all through the house
My gun close by if I were to see a mouse
The stockings are hung by the chimney with care
I hope this yummy chocolate candy wasn’t meant to go in there
Out in the hall I made a big clatter
Gathering all the necessities for a little late night platter
It was a long drive here
And a few cappuccinos has me wired up so sleep is not near
Visions of family time, gifts and snacks
While trying to remain focused while driving
Singing and dodging all the deer
Now that I think about it I could really go for a beer
So out on the porch I sit listening to the sounds
Staring at the stars
Freezing my ass off even with all my layered winter gear
Pretty sure I hear a pig, or a coyote, maybe a deer
But it’s totally normal in these types of towns
I wonder if there are any bears
Gasp, OMG the chupacabra could also live here
Well frick
I hope not
If I’m not seen in the morning I probably wandered off in search of the perfect lighting to capture photos of creatures near
The thing about the silence Any and all noise definitely travels around
I’m almost certain the rustle of my late night snacks have already awakened
The 5 people that live in this town
Lined by books
Row after row
Roaming aimlessly
Until she found an erotic novel
The pages saturated by explicit fantasies
Captured by the words
Her arousal growing
Sex pulsing
Under her skirt
Fingers delving
Satisfying release
Her naughty secret
On the floor
At the library
Words from the heart
Offering forever
Unconditional love
Comforting even the broken parts
His arms for protecting
Singing loves melody
Without hesitation
An offering
As he spoke, “It has always been you”
Realizing a dream
All of him
Forever and an eternity
Loves all of me
Crafted perfectly
Leading me
Kissed intrigue
Hinting pleasure
Words enticing
Seductive quality
Tempting sexual greed
Flirting fantasy
He knows
I see
Sublime reverie
His pen
Pressed deep
Stroking sheets
Duplicate lines
Writing me
In
Bold
Ink
Watching I slowly remove each piece Discarded clothes You studying every curve Beautiful fantasy Your gaze reflects need My body My soul My offering Yours to keep Command me Lead me Guiding desire Submissive perfection I Am Yours Exquisitely
