After saying a few barely memorable words, the day slipped out for awhile leaving us in the playground to engage under the dark night sky. A stillness experienced only now. Except that we don’t still ourselves long enough to pay much attention. Sharp knives of desire carve echoes into souls that echo into timeless galaxies. Wrapping back in on themselves, caressing our stars and making us shine brighter, lust longer, adore for an eternity. Spiraling arms extend and embrace; whisper stardust fantasies of forever one. Forever held in this perfection. Forever in your embrace.
My passion opens the door. Invites you in.
My body dripping with desire.
My mind alive with anticipation and intrigue.
Another mystery to delve into.
Allowing me a peak behind the curtain…
Who is standing behind?
What type of connection will we share?
How will we enrich and sensualize each other?
What secrets will we learn?
What treasures will be unearthed?
Each encounter uniquely special and enlivening.
I live for this.
Live to meet.
Live to know.
Live to connect.
Carnally, sensually, intellectually, passionately.
Alive to connect.
What is it that we’re seeking? I know it is obvious to say “connection” and “intimacy.” But…what are those?
There is such a dance that happens that can be so simple at times, yet so complex at other times. The image I have is layers weaving together to create a beautiful tapestry of desire, craving, needing, instinct, nature. I referred to this tapestry as an “erotic landscape” in a recent ad. A place to go exploring. Dancing, playing, searching for hidden treasures, abandoning oneself to the beauty and timelessness of it. The spaciousness of it. The primordial base. We are sexual beings. It is what we do. It is what propels us. This desire for unity and intimacy. Just look around our society and we see it everywhere…in one form or another.
I feel like I’m getting so much more in touch with it lately. I do think age is definitely a factor. Maybe it just takes awhile to start fully appreciating and comprehending the endless layers. And they are endless. Each combination is unique in its energy. Maybe this is why I want to experience so many. The wondrous variety. The unfathomable number of possibilities. I want to experience them all. To dive deep into this realm of sensual exploration…
Flowing through speakers. Setting scene.
Hypnotic. Pulse and strum.
Velvet copper smooth.
Sheets in agony – empty.
Yet promising depth.
Richness of burgundy velvetscapes.
Opening up timeless fabric.
Amber light fading.
Linear movement towards darkness.
Sparkles the nighted cityscape.
Velvet hue. Chocolate silk.
Smooth, slow, lust.
Patient, controlled. Lust.
Rich. Palpable. Some sort of exotic.
Dusky tones lift, caress. Fade to amber candle glow.
Rhythmic percussion moves through.
Guitar ignites. Stirs primordial urges.
XOXO ~ Star
…to meet me in a bookstore.
I am amazed and impressed that I am able to hold it together right now. Sitting here surrounded by all these words, all these poets, all these books…anticipating the arrival of somebody new. A new mystery to unravel. A new story to write. A new chapter to read. Anticipation, desire, words, poetry, fantasy, philosophy, history, spirituality, death. Sitting right in the middle of it all. Getting so unbelievably turned on…watching people reading and looking at books. So curious about what is moving them, what they are seeking, what brought them here. Like my favorite bumper sticker proclaims…reading is indeed really fucking sexy! Curiosity is sexy. Good Lord. I feel like I could melt all over the place. I cannot stop pulling each and every person in here into my bookstore fuck fantasies. So turned on.
Wow…Les Miserables is a seriously big book. Probably much better than the movie.
Oh Christ…guys in glasses. That just does it for me.
Okay…so…tons of books, guys in glasses, the intoxicating scent of coffee teasing my nose, deliciously silky thigh-high stockings caressing my legs beneath my jeans, delectable waves of pleasure coursing thru my mind and thru my body…I seriously feel like I might explode at any second…
And yet I sit here perfectly still, writing in my little journal, passion and desire carefully concealed, looking all prim and proper, patiently waiting for this man. He should be here any minute. Meeting me in the poetry section. I think I am already in love.
God…I am so fucking easy.
Open it up.
Certainty, loss, dismay.
Spreading in streams
Running through crevices
Floating on shadows.
Beat and pulse
The hypnotic beauty.
Walls of jade and topaz
spill from the sky.
Edges reign prismatic
Back and forth.
In this crucible…
Sympathy for your evolution
And synthesized reality.
With eyes closed
Seeing the glow of your silhouette
connected to mine.
Creating a vast expanse
Spacious in the energetic confines that are
So much movement in the stillness
I hear my breath.
You move me
Your mouth alive with mine
Perfection when we come together.
Disbelief each time we reunite.
Coming to terms with your magnificent perfection
Again and again.
In my incessant desire.
I adore its intensity.
Scorpio = I desire.
Taming the desire
A lifetime spent.
Far to go.
My blessing and my curse.
I wouldn’t want it any other way.