Shadows bloom darkest where raw you and me become real skin speaking hidden truths desires cloaked in secrets now revealed in nakedness of what we cannot stop * ©MidwestFantasy/Beth Amanda May 2019 Ph-Pinterest
SKIN
My Skin Calls
Sweeping lips across skin calling your name taste my potent delight lick the maddened lust absorb my salty seduction free fall into depths of my naked spell * ©️MidwestFantasy/Beth Amanda March 2019
Abandon of Flesh
How you wrap around every thought and ache sliding unsolicited into places I never knew existed touching warm silence awakening unread pages strong hands crying to read every inch of my skin for the first time then over and over again story touching your soul and your mind is lost in the abandon of flesh … Continue reading Abandon of Flesh
After Hours: Manic Monday
Can you run your hands over my bare back? Tangle your fingers in my hair? Draw me into your arms make me liquid Help me get me lost in your kiss I need the world to fade away for just a few hours more this manic Monday Let’s get lost in silk skin entwined limbs … Continue reading After Hours: Manic Monday
PAPER PAGES
By Charles Robert Lindholm I Prefer A Sheet Of White When I Take My Pen And Start To Write I Love To See The Ink Soak In On Paper Smooth As Silky Skin And As The Words Form In My Head I Write Them Down In The Color Red Scribbled Lines On Paper Pages Given … Continue reading PAPER PAGES
After Hours: Curves and Edges
I want you to learn me with hungry palms nimble fingers that slowly undo buttons hooks zippers until fabric falls away into silken puddles at my feet I want you to learn me with passion’s kiss gentle nips velvet tongue that whispers poetry into my ear into my breath into my waiting mouth … Continue reading After Hours: Curves and Edges
You
Your eyes are sometimes All I can think of When I lie here alone at night In the bed we used to share How you used to Lie here next to me Your eyes looking into mine Giving me a glimpse Into your fascinating brain Open and vulnerable But always a little mystery Retained, something held back … Continue reading You
After Hours: Skin
It is rumored that there are 50 words In the Eskimo language for snow I ponder Why are there not 50 words in the English language That I could draw upon To describe that moment When your bare skin Touches my bare skin? Many call me a writer, a poet And yet words utterly … Continue reading After Hours: Skin
THE FOREVER OF INK
By Charles Robert Lindholm I have not placed ink on my skin for everyone to see the forever of ink is on my heart and on my soul and only for me to see the remembered words you told me the words I could not speak, but that had to be heard, they made feelings … Continue reading THE FOREVER OF INK
TATTOO’D MEMORIES
By Charles Robert Lindholm You won't find tattoos you can see on my skin I keep them hidden deep within my heart and inked on my soul Permanent reminders only I can see a private collection only for me Remembered moments often replayed tattoo'd memories that never will fade Copyright © 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm … Continue reading TATTOO’D MEMORIES
Go Dog Go Café 