Dreams & Delusions…

Posts tagged “Intimacy

Our Place

​Some nights,

Laying in the dark-
I can feel you reaching,
Your warmth caressing,
Sharing the same space,
Our place we have made-
In the midnight dark,
My soul longs,
And my heart aches-
Still torn apart.

~Antanya


Whispers of Intimacy

I hear whispers of spirit-
Calling on the Spring wind,
Howling my name…
Caressing my ears teasingly,
Trailing tingling fingers on my throat,
Swirling through tendrils
Of my long hair,
Wrapping warmth around
My shivering soul…

Sending my love in pure energy,
Feeling the harmony of our synergy…
You’re so far, but so close to me,
Still… My most intimate fantasy.

~Antanya


Soul Sex

Cold caress-
Chilling my arms

Shivers slithering-
Down my spine

Warmth wrapping-
Around my core

Torturous tingles-
Between my hips

Spirals slipping-
Circling my toes

Gliding grasps-
Gripping my thighs

Salacious slaps-
Striking my ass

Sliding strokes-
Under my soul

~Antanya


Heaven

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I want to look in your eyes
And see your soul…
To intertwine hands,
Never letting go…
I want to find you,
To see the love inside…

To have your gaze
On only me,
For you to be
The only one I see…
That would be Heaven to me.

~Antanya


Morning Dream

Light is filtering through the inky blue curtains,
And I am halfway awake, still in a dream daze…
Snuggled deep and warm in pillows and blankets.
I close my eyes to embrace waking slowly, and you are there…

I feel your warm breath…
On my shoulder,
Up my neck,
And into my ear…
A chill runs through me, as I feel your finger trace
Down the naked curve of my spine, and settle,
Cupping your hand around my ass and squeezing…

Your other hand is stroking my hair,
Caressing my neck,
Moving down to cup my breast,
I whimper, as you squeeze me
Gently, but firmly, in your strong hands…
You pull me so close, I can feel your heart pound against my spine.

My blood is ice and fire,
I am consumed
In desire,
In passion,
In need…
I wonder if you feel the same, will you to whisper my name…
I growl in need, my hunger screams to feed…

…But, then I hear the creak of my son’s door,
The pitter-patter of his feet on the floor,
Then, “Hi, mommy”, and my focus snaps to,
I’m forced to put away my fantasies of you…
But, if you asked if I still daydream of you,
I’d smile, and shyly reply, “I do.”…

~Antanya


Convergence

We keep circling,
Like Vultures,
Ravens,
Dragons…
We never swoop too near,
Like intimacy is our greatest fear… 
What would happen
If we touched?                                   
If our feathers softly brushed,
Like the softness of a lover’s touch…   
If our talons intertwined,
Like hands locked with passion…
If our scales collided,
Like energetic bodies or stars…
Would we be satisfied?
I think I would find another way
To explore you, past what you say…
I wonder how deep you would dive
To practice the love, to keep us alive…
I need your heart impossibly near,
Our bond can eradicate the fear…   
If we let ourselves love and feel,
I know we can find a way to heal,
But, we need to believe WE are real…

~Antanya