When we danced
Posted by Barry Hurd in Blog, Lust
To which I am inspired,
a beat that pulses, slowly,
with subtle echo
within my heart.
So feint,
the illusion of clarity passes,
drawing strength within passion,
drawing her closely.
Yet the feeling grows,
sweet attraction dismisses my pause,
fueling my body in motion.
I do not hear the music.
An effortless embrace,
breathing deeply,
Two bodies pressed into one,
and I find myself dancing.
Illicit Lover
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Featured, Lust, Romantic
She said,
whispering through
her passionate breath,
that she liked me.
I smiled,
pulling her against my chest,
pinning her arms,
kissing her without asking.
We lost ourselves,
two bodies holding on
to the dreams we embraced
as our lips succumbed to lust.
Neither of us noticed,
the small wounds of indiscretion
finding ourselves being ravaged
as only lovers can detail.
The Lover
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Love, Lust
I held her, against my body
Like a lover, an amazingly sensual spirit
Her touch burned me, made me writhe
Yet I would not let go, entangled in our passion
Our lips touched, pulling my sanity into bliss
I could taste her, no, I could only lose myself in her
She held me down, like I was powerless
My soul could not resist, nor could my body defy
Her tongue whispered, so quietly as she touched my ear
The fragrance of her lust kept me in a sedated rage
As my mind became lost in sharing, everything
My Addiction to Coffee
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee, Coffee - Volume Two, Daily thoughts, Lust
I thought for a brief moment
about the taste on my lips, the lingering memory
of such tense emotions glancing off my most tender smile
I sigh, trying to breathe in the luscious aroma
as each second stretches into a thought of simple perfection
and my mind becomes lost in the innocence of my desire
The devil I think
could make only such enticing flavour, to make me so helpless
as my body yearns to consume it every waking hour
So wanting it penetrates my dreams and floods my gleeful slumber
with a desire so corrupting that I cannot discern
whether or not my mind is my own, or simply a victim to greed
Jealousy takes my hunger
and brushes it aside as my tongue lavishes itself in a feeling
that rides such a fine line between pain and perfection
as it burns my mouth, my tongue
yet it warms me down to the farthest reaches of my body
to the depth of my soul, it fills me with a flavour I cannot describe
I hold the thought, losing myself in the absence of clear logic
as the caffeine surges through me
and brings my body to life
as the rich mixture of addiction drips into my blood
to provide fuel for my chaotic desecration
and sinful yearning for more
Subtle Dancing
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume One, Creative Writing, Lust
Subtle Dancing
Cool air moving across the room, shadows mixing and touching across the dance floor. Vibrations pulsing through the wind as the beat of the music drives you deaf. You stop hearing the music and start feeling it, nothing feels better than to close your eyes and move.
You toss your head back; running your fingers through your hair and you feel the pressure of someone against you. Those aren’t your fingers anymore, no that scent isn’t yours either. You think “hello dangerous lady”; but don’t say a word. She couldn’t hear you even if you did.
If for no other reason you dance. She’s beautiful and uses her body like a weapon. She is dressed to kill and she smiles knowing it’s a wonderful game of cat and mouse. You both lose track of who plays what role- the music is loud and doesn’t let you stop. You touch and hold, press and release. You find your lips saying hello, laughing as the game plays on.
One song, then two, then three… apparently both of you are enjoying the moment and you don’t realize you’ve been on the dance floor so long. The song comes to and end, the beat drops to a slow passionate mood and you dance slow. Finally having a chance to hear the words you’ve both been saying under the roar of the music.
Her name is still unknown. You simply say hello.
Soul fire
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume One, Loss, Love, Lust, Romantic
This burning feeling
A hatred searing my skin
It burns me
I burn myself
Can I not be happy within
Is this damnation I give
Or is this feeling I cannot live
I lust for the calming
I want nothing more than my peace
Can I never hear my thoughts
My mind so rash I scream within
Please let these thoughts relent
I cannot give myself this calm
For I have never forgiven this doubt
I am not to blame yet I hate this game
When will I forgive myself
The Cookie
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Lust, Romantic
Beyond subtle
The most allure of your presence hovered in the air
Minutes became so long
as my body yearned to consume you
to caress my lips with your incredible texture
and to fulfill this needful hunger
Fifteen minutes
seemed like forever as I waited in anticipation
Watching the clock
as my hunger fueled a hope to find you complete
But I wait
Moment by moment losing my grasp on self-control
my lust simply devouring my patience
as I find crumbs of your existence to stave off my desire
Yet I succumb
I lose myself to an insatiable madness
A ravenous corruption seeking to feast upon your body
My will no longer holds me from thoughts of sin
The need to have you here and now
Fifteen minutes
Seemed like forever
But I know, however tempting
Needing you was not worth regreting
The the tender taste of you would be delicious
and would simply define the reason you are so enticing
Touch
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume One, Lust, Romantic, Spiritual
Here is a quick idea about needing to be touched. The type of anticipation you have when all you want to do is reach out and caress someone who is waiting to be touched. A short description about the type of feeling one could have waiting for something that may or may not happen.
Touch
.
Touch me
Can you feel that
Can you feel the want
.
Your hands
So subtle and soft
So wanting to reach out
.
So softly
Can you feel that
Can you feel the hesitation
.
Your warmth
So vibrant and sensual
So needing to be found
.
So enthralling
Can you hear my heartbeat
Can you hear my breathing
.
Your gaze
So incredible and brilliant
So feeling I’m waiting
.
Touch me
Can you feel that
Can you feel the want
Vampire’s Lust
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume One, Lust, Romantic
This bloodlust of dreaming, it wakes within me
Midnight and feeding I think only of thee
Steady rhythm of beating I wait through the day
Do not fear your breathing, I’ll steal it away
Beautiful screaming it’s like living the song
Panic and fear, you know to me you belong
Warm delay of beating I hear a skip of your heart
Laughing within I know you life will soon depart
Cold like a killer I may strike within the hour
Within this thirst is only a hunger to devour
