A child, sacred
Conceived out of love or lust
Shouldn’t suffer pain
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
A tantric passion
Born of wanton desire
Is likely short lived
When forged of the physical
But void mutual love
~~ D, R, DiFrancesco ~~
By D. R. DiFrancesco
A casual glance,
Sending whispers of love and lust,
Eyes averting eyes,
Embarrassed at the thought of capture.
An innocent smile,
Sunlights glimmer off ivory mirror,
Seductive and sensual,
Beckoning an invitation.
A brush of skin,
Accidental yet intentional,
Goosebumps cascading,
Erupting hot and lascivious.
A pounding heart,
Rhythmically offering itself,
Longing to be cradled,
In the impetuous throes of passion.
A tender kiss,
Long and warm on silky lips,
Without so much as a word,
Two become one.
By D. R. DiFrancesco
Sultry unrelenting heat
Flames ignite the fuse
My soul tormented in gradients
Shades of orange and brilliant blue
Misguided carnality quells true feeling
Sequestering that which I long to say.
Passion momentarily quenches my insatiable thirst
Parched, cracked my body begging for comfort
A mirage that taunts my senses
Like sand, torrid and dry unfulfilling
Dispelling my will
Shattering my resolve like so many shards of glass.
Agony of desire tears me asunder
Pulling against the fabric of my being
Crimson lust disguised as adoration
Plays me for the fool
Flirting with my emotions
Forging me into that which I most despise.
Frailty maims, mortally wounding the heart most loved
A prayer to rekindle that which has been ravaged
Regret and disgust are all that remain
Illusions dim with the clarity of day
Too late to reverse indiscretions consequence
Tender advances decay under deceptions burden.