Porch of Possession
I.A single strand of lace clings to the doorknob’s curve,A mute declaration of passions left unspoken—In the hush, she glides forward, nerves quickening its nerve,
Her robe slipping free as evening vows are broken.The glow of one lone lantern frames her form unreserved,
He breathes the promise held in every word unspoken.
II.Fingertips trace the hollow at the small of her back,
An electric map drawn on skin both soft and taut.She arches into each touch, caught in his tactile attack,
Her moans weaving through shadows—needs fiercely sought.Petals fall like secret truths spread across the duvet’s track,
Each bloom an offering to the longing his hands have brought.
III.He drapes the lace ribbon ’round her hip with careful art,
Binding them together in this silent agreement.Their bodies press as one, a pulse that won’t depart,
While breath and heartbeat reignite untamed excitement.No words intrude upon this dance of flesh and heart,
Only the worship of touch in its most pure alignment.
IV.Soft gasps rise like embers stoked by whispering fire,
Each brush of lip and tongue fans flames within her chest.He tastes the curve of her throat, his fervor climbing higher,
Her body a cathedral where his wonder feels blessed.Hands claim boundaries only the brave could aspire,
Two souls consecrated in nocturnal unrest.
V.Candles gutter golden tears onto marble below,
Their pools reflecting silhouettes in warm surrender.She yields to every sigh, lets barrier after barrier go,
Their union scripting verses no mortal tongue could render.In the arc of every thrust, desire’s tide will ebb and flow,
Each rise and fall proof their bodies tender.
VI.Her nails write sonnets down his spine, a poem of release,
Their ardor swells beyond the hush of night’s embrace.He meets each wave of pleasure with strokes that never cease,
Together carving memory in every whispered trace.When dawn peeks faint upon the sheets of their increase,
They lie entwined—hearts echoing intimate grace.
VII.Morning light finds them tangled in remains of the hour,
The lace still draped where invitation first appeared.No distance could diminish the aftertaste of power,
Nor shadow steal the fervor that neither has feared.In every shared glance, they restore that initial dower,
Knowing desire’s porch forever stands endeared.
VIII.Beyond the corridor where soft laughter still lingers,
That ribbon waves in proof to every vow.Though time may rush on with its swift, uncaring fingers,
This porch of possession holds them in its now.Each night they return—drawn by memory’s singers—To reclaim the fire no sunrise can disavow.
IX.So when moonlight kisses threshold once again,
They slip inside by lace’s silent decree.Two hearts in tryst, forsaking all but whenTheir bodies speak in urgencies both wild and free.On that porch—ever charged—they pledge againTo kindle embers that burn through what will be.