moments – Ciara Ashley Johnson

we

we move in slow motion with built up behavior that leaves us nothing but confusion and desire. we slip through dark nights hiding the fire that melts us together. we fall into silence, these moments with eyes connected and blooming all the need all the denial all the question of what should be’s and couldContinue reading “we”

6

captured in my moments with you i’ve never felt so consumed and when you press your heart against me mine beats harder trying to let you know how i feel and when the morning comes my thoughts bloom in memory of you i’m always wanting more… more eye contact more touch to feel moreContinue reading “6”

3

scattered on the floor, legs bare eyes closed, i lose my sense in images. the warm glow of light supports my every move a lustful crawl to get closer to you. be my naughty moment. be everything be nothing i can have. for you, i’ll bare all of me.

i lust

what i couldn’t say to want you less. it’s a surplus to give you more… you give and i take. all that is lust comes in all that we want. what i wouldn’t give… to give you more. proud scamp. dirtier than content. what i wouldn’t give to give you less as you take andContinue reading “i lust”

not likely

dim lights suffering exposure to high energy. emotions. spend your time under covers to wait. not a likely story for future reference. but stay patient, as much as it’s a virtue, just wait. notice, though, as minutes pass, these words are cheap and are leaving you in solid definition to steer clear. notice that thisContinue reading “not likely”

be mine, like a dirty valentine

be my happy moments. be my sunny day, easy breezy that opens me alive, be my cool stream along the slick rocks, my green path. the brightness of daybreak be my laughing child. be my warm embraces, crack the world open, be my forgotten love note and leave me with wet kisses, touch me inContinue reading “be mine, like a dirty valentine”

888

so gloomy my spirit soaks the pain up. straight on the rocks. i say one thing and you hear the other. and i feel you pick a scab that was never really there. defendant at loss, i always fight back. the tough skin on me knows nothing else. you surely can relate.. clearContinue reading “888”

quiet

in your movements, i steal quiet moments alone with you. you don’t see them, you rarely notice. but i like to hide weak in your strength when i can. because sometimes i feel. sometimes i hide soft for you to discover. because sometimes my skin tightens for you to notice. lips wet, eyes glisten. musclesContinue reading “quiet”