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bond,

no curse will reach them,

no human part them,

if they have each other

they lack nothing.

 

Just questions

What is the sound

of a heart breaking?

What is the sound

of tears flowing?

What is the sound

of time passing?

What is the sound

of memories ebbing?

The answer is silence

masking echoes,

silence hidden

in the dark waters

of our beloved river.

 

Amulet

Once upon a time,

there was a woman

who made an amulet

of precious things...

She gathered smiles

and also tears,

she added kisses,

and also laughter,

she sprinkled joy

and seasoned love,

remembered to add

passion and desire

and stirred all these

in a forgotten garden...

Bathed in moonlight,

they turned into crystal,

she left it in the wild

for all women to find it.

 

Fantasy

Alone in a room,

she waits for him,

waits for his lust,

waits for his desire.

Alone in a room,

she waits naked,

her body exposed,

her soul bared.

Alone in a room,

she waits for him,

for his smile,

for his touch,

for his hardness.

Alone in a room,

she waits for him

kneeling on stone,

her thighs apart,

wetness flowing

at the very thought

of his precious arrival...

 

Voices

"Marie Victorie, Marie Victorie!"

a lazy voice in the afternoon,

calling a young woman now.

A boudoir full of flowers,

a canopied bed and white lace

the promise of loves to come,

of passions to ignite and grow,

of life to become hot and wild...

"Marie Victorie, Marie Victorie!

a lover`s voice in the night

calling a woman in her prime,

love and desire mingling

in the secrecy of dark nights...

Echoes in an old house,

loves and friendships of old,

sweet gardens and cups of tea,

and the voices of the past,

"Marie Victoire, Marie Victoire..."

 

September 2nd.

Immortality

In the aftermath of climax,

in the glow of satiated flesh,

all desire spent and gone,

waiting to revive again.

Time watching from the dark,

hours flying into nothingness,

we strive to spare each other

the slow erosion of days.

Immortality gained and lost

in the brief moment of union,

the memory of our bliss

and the despair of elusiveness...

Time wrapped in mystery

keeps all the answers hidden,

we go on towards the day

when we`ll live only

in each other`s memory.

 

Regret

The only regret I have

is that you missed

the total enjoyment

of my willing body.

I waited for you

in the darkness of night,

in the brightness of days,

in the peace of slumber

and the turmoil of work.

I waited against hope,

I waited against destiny,

I waited body and soul

till I almost became you

in my pursuit of closeness...

In case you may wonder,

I happened to be yours.

 

Overcast sky

She waited for him

at the crossroads

of her own life.

She waited for him

against hope and time.

One day she realized

he was not coming back

so she stopped waiting

and looked for overcast skies...

she is now, so I was told

a whimsical creature,

an illusion of one night...

 

Breakup

He tugged at her chain,

she looked at him,

one last time.

He bent to tap viciously

her crystal plug,

she just looked at him,

one last time.

He smiled at her cruelly,

she merely smiled back,

"Something is not working"

he mused to himself,

"something has ended",

she said to herself.

He got his flogger,

he pointed at her cage,

she asked him sweetly,

"may I say a word?"

He trembled inside

and just said, "you may".

She thanked him and said,

"It is all over, I am afraid"

"May I ask why?"

"I am ready to go, master,

time is just too short,

life keeps calling me,

ever wondered why I stayed?"

"No, I never have..."

"There you have the answer,

now allow me to go,

because you see, master,

the power was never yours."

Without another word,

he let go of the chain,

unlocked her collar

he removed the plug,

put away his flogger,

watched her getting dressed,

leaving with no words.

Too late for everything,

too many safewords unheard,

too many welts on soft skin,

too much sadness overlooked,

too much power in his hands,

too little care for her well being,

all weighed heavily in the end.

She has gotten over him,

he still remembers her,

in his nights of loneliness

he tries to sleep in her cage

but she took everything with her

even her tears, even her scent.

 

Really?

At times I wonder...

did you really care?

At times I wonder...

did I really care?

Two beings astray,

two souls in lust,

two frenzied bodies,

two fates entwined.

At times I wonder...

why we did part,

at times I wonder

if we said goodbye,

and at times I see

there¨s no going back..

 

Whispers

Just whispers on your skin,

between intervals of lust,

traveling through desire,

fighting mortality and time.

Whispers on your skin,

our journey together,

through vast empty lands

and hidden pinnacles.

No minute next to you

has left me without a mark,

I wear these proudly,

your whispers on my skin,

your desire is also mine.

 

Lust

As I remember you

and our brief time,

lust ravages my body,

lust pulses in my soul,

lust arches my back,

taunting the memory

of our days and hours,

bringing you back

from the secret vault

of a never-forgotten past.

 

If only

If I could close my eyes to your image

and wake up to your presence,

if I could feel the unrelenting pressure

of your arms around my body,

if only you were near, in the darkness

joining me on this journey through desire,

if only time had not taken its toll,

darkening our dawns and removing sunsets,

if only you knew of my primal longing

to be one with you, under suns and nights,

losing myself in the spiraling vortex of passion

to be born again in our long-denied union.

 

Buenos Aires, March 2019.

 

Reunion

Just prepare our chamber,

let flimsy veils tease our bed,

let time not move ever

and heavy curtains shield us.

Let incense burn joyfully

and all sound be muffled,

let us be lost and regained

in a thousand rituals,

endless exchange of forces,

till we become one at last,

in our search for ourselves

in the Other, the beloved.

 

Buenos Aires, March, 2019.

 

Puzzle

The puzzle lies in front of me,

pieces added, pieces missing,

the puzzle holds the secret

to the hidden labyrinth.

Ruled by unspoken laws,

perversely happy in its enigma,

holding answers not expected,

guarding doggedly its secret,

the puzzle beats to its music

guiding me through days, nights,

seconds and hours of despair,

of contentment, of oblivion.

The puzzle is, I see it now

my own self, my own life.

 

March 31st. 2019

 

Absence

He left her to her world,

he returned to his own,

she waited for him,

till there were no suns

to welcome his presence,

till no moon signaled

his steps returning.

She went to sleep sadly

with his beloved image

under her closed eyelids.

He went to sleep relieved

not to see her everywhere,

and found her in his dreams.

In the meantime, life goes on

the river still washes kindly

the sad pier and the old bridge.

 

Encounter

Strangers, just strangers,

under a bridge made of stone,

strangers exploring each other

in a territory without maps.

Strangers without names,

no stories, just themselves,

eager and yet ready to part,

once their bodies blended

Strangers under dark arches,

melting into each other,

losing themselves to madness

holding onto each other,

savouring life to its elusive brim

in the death like seconds,

in the spiraling vortex of climaxes.

Buenos Aires, April.2019.

 

Just you and I

Just you and I,

as we are now,

holding the ones

we were before

within ourselves,

in our secrecy.

Just you and I,

eager to live,

eager to love,

as we used to be.

Just you and I,

eager to feel,

eager to win

as we are now.

Just you and I,

let no one in,

but ourselves,

let no light in

but our eyes

shining eagerly

let no sound in

but ours in lust,

let no one enter,

till we have paid

our debt to Eros,

burning brightly

in renewed passion.

 

Buenos Aires, April 2019.

 

Love scenario

Portals of gray stone,

ancient bridges,

our dark old river,

and steely cold stars

silently watching us.

Nights of mystery,

unspoken words,

truths in the fog,

dancing silhouettes

on a white canvas.

You and I blending,

our bodies joined,

our souls meeting,

embracing desire,

defying time and fate

with the welcome death

of multiple climaxes.

 

Buenos Aires, April 2019.

 

Us

Lost in the fog of days,

found in the dew of nights,

eager to see you again,

standing at portals of time.

Your beauty untarnished,

your soul tried and bruised.

darkness and light joined,

my arms reaching out for you.

Your smile hiding secrets,

your eyes mirroring mine,

our past lies in lost gardens,

our present in fond memories,

in silver locks with lost keys,

in chains with mended links

in the barely lit labyrinths

of our hearts seeking comfort,

burning together through life.

 

Buenos Aires, April 2019-

 

Late hour words

Your absence shapes my days,

your memory shapes my life,

together they spin the thread

that binds me to your fate.

I question stars in the night

and wander through deserts,

I wake up wrapped in love

and fall asleep in heartache,

I muse through hours of toil

searching for you in all places;

nowhere near to be found

yet my soul bears your traces.

I feel your heart close to mine

and they beating together,

I can feel our lives entwined

our souls together blazing.

 

Buenos Aires, April 2019.

 

You and I

Just lost in dreams

of exciting nature,

given to fevers

of exquisite passion,

lost in endless desire,

pursuing relentlessly

never-ending pleasure,

you and I travel together,

exploring the seas of lust,

stopping at ports of love,

just to sail away in search

of spiraling climaxes

racking our frenzied bodies

and branding our souls.

 

Dreamland

Fantasies of sex, orgies of lust,

times of unlimited pleasures,

orgasms shaping hot nights,

words of fantasy and oblivion,

coolness melting like burning ice,

eager bodies aching to perform

under the gaze of a thousand eyes…

Buenos Aires, May 11, 2019

 

Star crossed lovers

Desire.

I just want you

to take me hard,

under a pale moon,

just use my body

to your pleasure

the moon knows

how to bless us

in spite of a world

that struggled hard

to keep us apart!

Buenos Aires, May 17. 2019-

 

You

Caught in the fog of time,

unsure of outcomes,

with days quickly fading

to the end awaiting us all,

I can still say confidently

that you are my beacon

in my troubled seas of life

and that I still honour

with body,soul, and mind

the joyous, lush miracle

of your beloved existence.

 

Oath

By all that stays unmoved,

by all that turns and bends,

I will find you ,my beloved,

alive or in a vault at rest.

I am the one you met before,

in times forsaken and gone,

the one that loves your body

and worships your sweet soul.

Tied to immortality and fog,

to rivers and bridges under mist,

I am the one I have always been.

a creature of countless nights,

looking for who once, long ago

against all ,belonged to him.

Yours will be the only kiss

who will welcome me into life

or cast me away to eternal death,

I shall take the risk as lovers do,

and defy all to become yours

just as you dared become mine

in times lost in dark memories,

under stone bridges and masks.

 

. June 2nd

 

Realization

 

Time and the glory

of your marble body.

My desire for you

present in everything,

love endlessly shaping

our hours around dawn.

Death means nothing,

neither do the years,

our thwarted connection

has given us immortality.

June 5, Buenos Aires.

 

Reasons

You must know I loved you,

there was no other road,

I craved your presence,

because you made me yours,

I desired you till spent,

you were my own cursed kind.

I am still waiting for you,

suspended over the threshold

of past lives, the present time

and our elusive minutes...

Just join in me in my solitude,

we are old friends after all,

we met even before we were born.

Buenos Aires, June 9th,2019.

Twin flames.

We travel through rooms

of our own making,

secrets within fantasies

we keep in dark chambers.

We wade through waters

of our chosen oceans,

questions unanswered

in the constant flow of time.

We lose ourselves to reunite,

in the awakened joy of each other.

 

June 12th.

 

Reasons

Perhaps time will try to devour us

in its search for flames and souls,

to not let us see our dawn together,

maybe nights will have no stars.

Maybe memories will be a burden,

maybe waters will cover our names,

maybe odds fight our reunion

under our bridge just at twilight,

maybe the moon will cry for us

maybe our portals will go to dust.

Still, I will remain at the threshold,

my collar in place ,my body firm,

you´ll find me, proud to be yours,

I will make you proud to be mine.

 

June 14, 2019

 

Maybe

Perhaps time will try to devour us

in its search for flames and souls,

to not let us see our dawn together,

maybe nights will have no stars.

Maybe memories will be a burden,

maybe waters will cover our names,

maybe odds fight our reunion

under our bridge just at twilight,

maybe the moon will cry for us

maybe our portals will go to dust.

Still, I will remain at the threshold,

my collar in place ,my body firm,

you´ll find me, proud to be yours,

I will make you proud to be mine.

 

June 14, 2019

 

Just feeling

 

In the city with a river,

under bridges of stone,

in the city of dark portals

I carry your dear image

within my loving heart.

I wear my feeling for you

as a badge to be seen,

I go through gray crowds

dressed in your desire,

I live along heartbeats

echoing your name

and sleep during nights

held by our mutual lust

through time and distance.

 

Our city

Time on the other side of things,

hours fleeting into silver mirrors,

far away an old song playing,

nearby the river and its murmur,

in the city of bridges and portals.

Lust bursting through stones,

minutes racing into love affairs,

far away a strange dance calling

all true lovers to join in its steps

in the city of nights and dawns.

Love breathing in small gestures,

hidden smiles and dried tears

in the city that saw us grow up

and come together in reunion.

 

Night memory

Out from the silence of years,

lost in the memory of dead seconds,

walking through the labyrinth of time

knowing the way out is deeply hidden

and the centre perversely elusive,

I can still say your memory lingers

in the city of bridges and dark river,

in the flowery scent of warm nights,

in the fading music of some old bar

and in the crossroads of my own heart.

 

 

Fear not

Fear not, my most beloved,

the city keeps our liaison secure.

The old stones have engraved

our names

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