#Poesia – BREATHE

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BREATHE

Once upon a time
she buzzed past
faster than light
tightly wound
crazed
He saw her flame
reached out
twined his fingers in hers
and smiled
Breathe he whispered
and she did
slow deep indulgent
filling her lungs to capacity
exhaling in relief
Because sometimes
one word is all it takes


These #Poesia pieces on this blog and Madhuri Blaylock Writes are works of fiction, erupting from my incredibly over-active imagination. They are often unedited and unscripted, spontaneous, super loose and probably some of my favorite works. They are perfect in their imperfections and I hope you enjoy.

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#Poesia – ME

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ME

I am the wind
on a hot summer day
at the beach
That breeze
off the ocean
the one that kisses you
just there
cooling your sweat-soaked
suntanned skin
leaving you refreshed
but wanting a little more

A little more cool
a little more kiss
a little more oomph
That’s me

Under your dress
up the backs of your thighs
between your legs
teasing all the spots
that like to be teased
and touched
You lean back in your chair
eyes closed
lips parted
legs spread
just
a
little
wider

A little more cool
a little more kiss
a little more oomph
That’s me

The hiss
rolling in
with the tide
whispering in your ear
my laughter
a mixture of roar
and surf and sand
ruffling your hair
kissing your neck
as if
I can read
your innermost
thoughts and desires

A little more cool
a little more kiss
a little more oomph
That’s me


The #Poesia pieces on this blog and Madhuri Blaylock Writes are works of fiction, erupting from my incredibly over-active imagination. This one happens to be inspired by my writing group, The Inky Path, and a prompt about the weather. These works are often unedited and unscripted, spontaneous, super loose and probably some of my favorite works. They are perfect in their imperfections and I hope you enjoy.

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#Poesia -MINE AND YOURS

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MINE AND YOURS

I have a bright smile
but a heart of darkness
and it beats
every cold
hard
rhythmic burst
for you
and you alone


As always, these #Poesia pieces on this blog and Write Bitches are works of fiction, erupting from my incredibly over-active imagination. This piece in particular is inspired by an exercise for my writing group, The Inky Path. These #Poesia pieces are unedited and unscripted, super loose and probably some of my favorite works. They are perfect in their imperfections and I hope you enjoy.

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#Poesia – SILENCE

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SILENCE

I relish silence
crave it
seeking quiet
at the most inopportune moments
finding it difficult
to make connections
meet new souls

It’s both a weapon
and a shield
protecting others
from my caustic tongue
and careless words
safeguarding me
from the norms
and necessities
of social circles and
life’s inanities

“I am an introvert”
when really
I just want stillness
and white light
energy to craft
create
illuminate

Plus I hate bullshit
abhor jokes
detest flirting

He loves words
better spoken
than written
especially against the shell of an ear
or the curve of a throat

His growl of a voice
takes them
manipulates them
shapes them
into tools of seduction
wrapping them around my soul
whispering them into my cracks
kissing them into my skin

Even his written notes
demand attention
crying out “read me!”
then respond
and make it verbal diarrhea
because I want to know all
your fears
wants
desires
vulnerabilities
and toss in a naked picture here and there
#wickedsmirk

He and I
have engaged
in this back and forth
for months
words
upon words
upon words
so many
too many
shared
gasped
sighed
almost-cried

And when I ask
“why the fuck am I doing this?”
he scoffs
and brushes aside my trepidation
my need to hold my words close
selfishly to my chest
speaking little
almost nothing
he pulls them from me
begs for them
yearns
and I give in
again and again

Because he is fabulous
and wonderful
and holy fuck
he is fire
the kind that ignites you first
from within
a slow burn
that sneaks up
and before you know it
every inch of you is aflame

That is him
and I want all of it
every day
all day

Which makes this silence
his silence
unbearable
cruel comfort
for an uncomfortable soul
despite the fact
I knew this day would come
it was inevitable
from the first time
we encountered one another
doomed to end
before we began

And yet

His silence saddens
after being so open
and in the now
sharing the mundane
and the amusing
the random tidbit
the offhand remark
to suddenly face this nothing
bores a hole into me
like no other

The girl who craves quiet
no spoken words
stillness
hates this
and wants to shout
scream
ask for his words

But I don’t dare
because I get it
the silence
the pullback
the disappearance
we were fucked from the beginning
over before we spoke one word
and even though I knew this
his choice hurts

It’s borne of our impossibility
but also my status quo
instability
fuckery
so I shall say nothing
write nothing
do nothing
but slip back into my shell
of quiet
no words
silence

and pretend to be the girl who
relishes the silence
craves no words
seeks quiet
all the while
missing him


As always, these #Poesia pieces are works of fiction, erupting from my incredibly over-active imagination. They are unedited and unscripted, super loose and probably some of my favorite works. They are perfect in their imperfections and I hope you enjoy.

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#WednesdayFreeWrite – SOLITUDE

SOLITUDE

SOLITUDE

It is in
the solitude of our togetherness
that I am able
to touch your soul
hear your heart
kiss your mind

the quiet
wraps itself around us
cocooned in a blanket
of arms
legs
lips
skin

and in those moments
when your breath
leaves lines of heat
along the curves
of my being
your fingers trace
circles of desire
around my breasts
your tongue tastes
the sweetness
of my need
I feel craved
alive
awake

It is in
the solitude of our togetherness
that I am able
to admit my shortcomings and insecurities
frustrations
fears

You hear them
ponder my words
then insist otherwise
because you see me
in ways
I cannot fathom
and would hardly admit

Strength of character
beauty beyond belief
wisdom and wit
commingled
and conjugated
inseparable
different parts
making the whole me
you see
touch
love

It is in
the solitude of our togetherness
that I am able
to read you a poem
laugh at a joke
cry in despair

the comfort
of your presence
both shocks
and soothes me
your smile
laugh
breath

Everything that is you
speaks to me
in silence
and wonder
everything that is me
speaks to you
in quiet
and awe
“You are not like the others”
you whisper
and I smile
“No, I am not”

It is in
the solitude of our togetherness
that I am able
to breathe again
and you are able
to learn
live
love


My #WednesdayFreeWrite series is based on what I write during the 10 minutes allotted my writing group’s Wednesday Prompt. As always, these pieces are works of fiction, erupting from my incredibly over-active imagination. They are unedited and unscripted, super loose and probably my favorite ten minutes of the week. They are perfect in their imperfections and I hope you enjoy.

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#WednesdayFreeWrite – MAGIC TOUCH

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MAGIC TOUCH

There have been many
in my bed
on my body
trying to capture my soul
but none like him

He is magic
All of him
And he wraps me
In his web of wonder
Every time our paths cross

“I’ll come down”
and before I know it
his warmth is at my side
his gaze that fills me with lust
his smile that charms

“Hi”
and I smile
because I know
he is going to lean close
touch my face
and kiss me
soft
a brush
that leaves me
lips parted
and breathless

“Hi”
I reply
eyes closed
mouth curved in delight

He takes my hand
and we’re headed upstairs
chatting about our days
our meetings
our lives not lived in each other’s presence

Until we’re not

And I’m pressed against the wall
his rough kiss at my throat
his hands on my face
his everything against me
immobile
craved
owned

“God, your skin”
he breathes against my curves
as his lips touch and tease
all my spots
he has painstakingly discovered
as my clothes disappear
until all that’s left
is a damp slip of silk
between my thighs

“These are fucking sexy”
he smirks
as his fingers move
over my panties
his gaze never leaving mine
his eyes full of heat and mischief
“and totally worthless”
as he rips them off
tosses them aside
and touches me
soft
soft
softer

“Don’t stop”
I beg
but he doesn’t listen
and flips me around
to face the wall
while he kisses my neck
traces heat down my spine
cups my behind
and I feel him smile into my skin
“Your ass is a crime”

But what he doesn’t understand
will never know
because I will never tell
is that everything
about him
is criminal

The way he smiles
laughs
fucks
speaks
snorts
stares
touches
moans
whispers

The way he challenges
listens
encourages
teases
taunts
torments
loves
absolves
trusts

He is MAGIC
that has somehow
in this big city
of faceless millions
crossed my path
made my acquaintance
seduced my mind
then charmed off my panties
and fucked me blind

His TOUCH
makes my breath catch
my nipples hard
my pussy drip
and gets my world
spinning so fast
I can only close my eyes
and let him do his thing
(and holy shit
can he do his thing)

But I will never
whisper such truths
into his ear
breathe such intimacies
into his skin
kiss such affections
into his soul

I will hold them
for myself
if only
to hold onto
all of his MAGIC
and every single TOUCH
a little longer


My #WednesdayFreeWrite series is based on what I write during the 10 minutes allotted my writing group’s Wednesday Prompt. As always, these pieces are works of fiction, erupting from my incredibly over-active imagination. They are unedited and unscripted, super loose and probably my favorite ten minutes of the week. They are perfect in their imperfections and I hope you enjoy.

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