Last Line First Challenge

with dewy eyes

(A work in progress because I am too distracted by a need for truth to be composed in my act of composition)

And therefore none of my passions' interest
yet all my passions longing for light
for communion, for order in the lonely chaos
of a linear being that's shattered, scattered,
passion regrets while grasping for the light.

Thus it ends abrupt, a wall to skirt around,
though the universe murmurs its unconcerned
refrain in a steady ancient rhythm that flows
wall or not
passion or not
to a well expected infinite sea of time
that drowns the moments of my life
so keenly felt into a vast uniform oblivion.

The rich bursting of passion's blossoms,
a hoard of noisy offspring, brief spluttering
sparks we rode to our mutual extremes, fade
to echos while we draw breath across our fires
to tease height into the flames
we long to see unsettled.

Deprivation (for Plenty75--LLF from his poem)

Be silent
Words taken away from you
Sight and sound cut-away under blindfold
My perfume subtly drowning your sense of smell
Leaving a world of only what touches your skin

Your hands bound tightly to the bed
Offer you no assistance
Entice me when they flex resistance
To the palette of sensations against you I begin

An icecube trickles down one thigh
My tongue burns hotly on the other beside it
Silk of my thin kimono dancing across your shaft
Breath bristling hair as it hides in your nether region
Every carve of my fingernails traces you from within

Agony drives your invention of new language
Sounds animal and foreign hum through shut lips
Not wanting to end this, yet endings will be needed
The rule of the game is if you speak the spell is broken
Cruel knowledge that I will leave you exactly as you are
In that instant, unsympathetic, should you commit such sin

So cashmere scarves and feathers stroke you
Teeth rake unexpectedly at every possible angle
Touches come simultaneous from different territories
Every texture, temperature and sensitivity is added in

Writhing, to both your relief and frustration, is allowed
Encouraged, even, as your senses levitate you off the bed
The leather at your wrists your only tether to this world
Which has turned inside-out and technicolor in your darkness
Building tension which is beginning to radiate from me as well
Until suddenly I seize your shaft and drive it wetly inside me
Unintelligle screams echoing from both of us, as you buck higher
Exploding up as I shudder down, locking us inside of the quaking
That dominates both our flesh, collapsing me onto your chest
As I shakily cut the lashes, and I say I love you and you say 'I win'

As I shakily blink my lashes, try to focus again
Through the rose-hazed aura around the candle's light
Mischief flickers in my eyes and I say 'I win'
But there are no losers in the balance and connection
Of our oneness, blurring the borders of give and take

Your hair tickles my cheek as you gaze down at me
Sliding your arms up my chest as I shake blood back
Into my hands, free now to roam you, hook under
Your arms and pull you closer to me, press
Your breasts against me,
Breathy syllables of Iove hurriedly uttered between
Lips finding lips; tongue finding tongue.

Rush

Lips finding lips, tongue finding tongue
Tongue finding lips: yin-yang or the usual?
Fire feisty in my veins my drug of choice
Is to drag you roughly off the bed--Look! No hands!
Can you keep pace lover? Or is that why the heavy breathing?
My heart runs wild tonight and I am trying to catch it
Like Diana, ricocheting off the moon is my libido
Driving you insane across the miles is fairplay
Your foreplay the silver strand snapping tight inside me
That screams to me "FASTER!" in the voice of Darkness
In the language for which I need no translation

In the language for which I need no translation
We spoke to each other long before we met
Carried on and hid away the thoughts another could exist
Whose silence conveyed as much as words
Speaking to parts of us we refused to believe survived
Asking questions that came with answers
So our wandering bodies, so far apart
Are tether by links, stronger and as old as time.

Freefall (Plenty75's Last Line on his siggy)

Why can't we all just get aroused?
Then everyone would come here
Needs and abilities securely displayed
Allusions of skill the new language

Illusions not necessary, left elsewhere
Without confusion our mingling bodies
Touching minds and souls with creativity
Tender or torture, we are all anguisettes

Throbbing to the music of many makers
Taking pulse from veins in the viscery
Tongues become conduits into energy
That mulitiplies the more it is shared

Reviving this. And hey y'all, it reminds me of the franken poems