Bespelled ~ Erotic Poetry From A Kinky Witch

Water ~ Drowning in Desire

On the surface; calm.

But below?

Deep hidden currents,

riptides of desire

taking me by surprise.

I long to let them

take you too,

to invite you into my slick places;

Into the roiling turmoil of my heart

where perhaps

your siren song will soothe the storms.

Into the caverns of my longing

lit by the luminescence of possibility

but darkened by memories.

Into the swift pull, the fast flowing river,

of lust,

sweeping me from the shore

of respectable

sensible

calm

and pulling us under

in a ravenous mutual surrender

to torn clothes

and deep kisses,

fingers,

lips,

along edges vibrant with desire

drowning in the tide

of need.

You are just out of reach

I think

but there is salt in the air

foam on the waves.

Perhaps there is the breath of a question forming

that will invite you in

to me.