Desire, when autumn leaves drop in sudden gusts

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Softly
my insides burn
upon the gradual unveiling of want,
its rough religion
which sought to recite itself
as a monologue
knowing that strength is depleted.

Your eyes
swiftly glance and thumb through
like a manuscript,
your hands
touch me in places unnameable
as though
aroused by the thought of corrupting
sweet innocence,
before you
I have never been so conscious of my own body
in my own clothes.

Come
align your soul,
come
align your raring senses
this path
you have set me on will make you redefine urge,
its erotic fragments.
I want to seize your throat
and pin you hard against the wall,
trace my tongue
and kiss along the edge of collarbone
until you give in
and thrust your manliness into my flower zone.

Crimson
is the colour of candour
that rushes to greet my flesh
and blood,
mine is the fire that conquers lust
devours
sootiness of debauchery until its effect
has worn out.
To the bemused corner of bearded lips
I smile
and plant a kiss,
knowing I had awoken something pure
and unfeigned
inside of you that will never sleep again.

 

Photo credits: My Pretty Pink Flower by Jindra Noewi

For Anmol’s Guest Prompt  🙂

Posted for ‘Poetics’ @ dVerse Poets Pub

And on ‘Tuesday Platform’ @ Real Toads

 

38 thoughts on “Desire, when autumn leaves drop in sudden gusts

  1. rainbow braids says:

    Damn, girl.

    “the gradual unveiling of want,
    its rough religion”

    “swiftly glance and thumb through
    like a manuscript,
    your hands”

    “redefine urge,
    its erotic fragments”

    “sootiness of debauchery”

    “To the bemused corner of bearded lips
    I smile
    and plant a kiss,
    knowing I had awoken something pure
    and unfeigned
    inside of you that will never sleep again.”

    Love all of that especially.

    Gorgeous artwork as well.

  2. HA says:

    Ooh, I love it — this passionate consumption by a desire-fulfilling prophecy, the meeting of bodies and souls, the erotic discipline of every action, every touch and a fervent want – no – need for more and more. Your romantic verses very often have this beautiful, sensual quality to them — this is my favorite because it just doesn’t hold back; breaking the restraints can provide for such a satisfying experience both in practice as well as in poetry. The consciousness of the body and its myriad pleasures course through your words.
    This is so good: “come/align your raring senses/this path/you have set me on will make you redefine urge,/its erotic fragments.”

    Thank you so much for participating, Sanaa! I am glad that you did. <3

  3. Kim M. Russell says:

    I love the title, Sanaa, and the language of this poem, particularly:
    ‘its rough religion
    which sought to recite itself
    as a monologue’
    and
    ‘…thumb through
    like a manuscript,
    your hands
    touch me in places unnameable’.
    And then the unbridled passion of:
    ‘I want to seize your throat
    and pin you hard against the wall,
    trace my tongue
    and kiss along the edge of collarbone
    until you give in
    and thrust your manliness into my flower zone’.
    Wow!

  4. rob kistner says:

    Aroused by the thought of corrupting sweet innocence. My wife and I always enjoy my role as dirty old man, she being 16 years my junior. 🙂 This was wonderfully delicious, devilishly sensuous, and naughty as a nurse in garters… great piece Sanaa…!

  5. Barry D says:

    Wow. That was amazing. I loved all of it and the 3rd stanza made me gasp and gulp for air.

    I have a host of other inappropriate thoughts that I’ll just keep to myself, but just know that you have my attention. 😉

  6. Alyssa says:

    “To the bemused corner of bearded lips
    I smile 
    and plant a kiss,
    knowing I had awoken something pure 
    and unfeigned 
    inside of you that will never sleep again”..

    My goodness, Sanaa! You have really outdone yourself here 💙

  7. Kerry says:

    So much of our being, and be-ing is maintained by the passion of a loving relationship..so hard to find the perfect match, yet one strives to achieve this sense of unity.

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