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Ursine Meditation

My fur,

Warm and soft,

Carrying the scent of

Your skin,

Paws brushing the silken

Skin, capable of bruising dialectic,

Yet held in abeyance,

My lips, full and gentle,

Send prayers,

To the divine feminine,

Held close and have you

Feel my strength,

Apart but not absent,

Centered in the storms

Of the everyday,

Blessed by your lightning,

My roar, louder than

Your thunder,

Here, mouth open and

Drinking your rain,

Without retreating,

The silence afterwards,

Deafening and

Yet my ears remain,

Attuned even as they

Ring.

Divining the meaning,

Speaking plain,

Acting as the same,

From the cave,

Within myself,

Something authoritative,

Calming and without

Caveat.

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Weekend Omnibus – Poetry

Here is a collection of the poetry posted on the blog this week. Please comment and share.

https://mbblissett.com/2017/03/04/breathe/

https://mbblissett.com/2017/03/04/animal-at-rest/

https://mbblissett.com/2017/03/03/a-possibility-of-flight/

https://mbblissett.com/2017/03/02/to-dive-seen/

https://mbblissett.com/2017/03/01/on-the-beach/

https://mbblissett.com/2017/02/28/i-am-the-river/

https://mbblissett.com/2017/02/28/divine-collision/

https://mbblissett.com/2017/02/27/such-is-how-i-love/

https://mbblissett.com/2017/02/25/stealing-kisses/

https://mbblissett.com/2017/02/24/ache-2/

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Lips

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Watching me speak

As much as listening

Fighting the urge

To reach out and touch

Tracing a fingertip

Against the soft, red flesh

With a child like fascination

Your adult imagination

Already feels my breath

Against the places

Growing warm beneath 

Your clothes

My voice goes with you

Through you

Into you

A bow that has fired

Something deep into 

You. 

Not quite Cupid’s arrow

Because no cherub

Would do the things

That you imagine

Me

Doing.

 

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Belt

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Over my lap
Grinning with defiance
Here is where
You surrender
Or play at it awhile
I place the leather
In front of you
See it glisten
With intention
In a gruff voice
I tell you
That this is
For your benefit
More than mine
The crack of it
Tentative
At first
Physics
Chemistry
Endorphins
Blooming
Flow through your veins
Each blow
Lands like a kiss
You arch your back
Hungry for more
And the appetite
Transforms
Until you are soaked
Sated and ready
For
More
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Come At Me

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The Rush of My Blood

Come here
Put yourself in my hands
Because your purity
Makes me ache
To leave marks
To see how beautiful
You’d look
Flushed and spoiled
 
I want to break you
Sweetly and thoroughly
Hands bound
Because something in your
Eyes begs me to try
That you dare me
To show you the gentle
Fury of my lust
 
Fingers knotted
Around your damp hair
I call you names
That would make you
Cringe in public
But here, shame is a
Shadow extinguished
By your light
 
And afterwards
I am an ocean
On a calm day
Reflections of the sun
You can almost
Hear the rush of
My blood
Soothing us both.
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A Storm That Frightens The Animal

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The unspoken heat 

Between us seethes

Peering between the bars

Of it’s cage

Yet so often, it’s lust

Is mistaken for anger

But here, we pass one another

The means to set it free.

Wrestling against one another

Mouths blooming where they meet

Hands finding something worthy

To touch, the fragile strength

That grows and swells

Like a stormcloud

Soak me with your rain

Deafen me with your thunder

Burn me with your lightning

This beast,

It has your eyes

And my voice

Come here

Set

It

Free

 

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