Lust/Love Sonnet

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Lust/Love Sonnet

I still love you after the fevered flesh has cooled
after the earth-shattering build to the summit
I’m oblivious to all else when in my frenzy
but the two of us, between sheets sublime.

I love the delirious delicious decadence of our intimacy
goosebumps on my skin when you touch me
I am certain no one will ever love me this much
then I watch my lover leave a stranger.

I love you like a dog loves to get scratched where it can’t reach
tongue exposed, slobbering and exposing myself
whimpering for more when you stop.

We never talk about our lives outside of the hotel room
rose-colored glasses are what I choose to wear
living in an altered sense of consciousness as lovers, not friends.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2017

The artwork is mine from a photograph taken while riding my bike put through a filter and animated.

For dVerse~Poets Pub, we were told to write a free verse sonnet. I am used to rhyming so I hope this will do. This is about a man I once thought I’d spend some time with but great sex does not a relationship, make.

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First Notes

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First Notes

Standing mute she had a certain air
the tempo changed once I held her
the vibrato warm and expressive
my heartbeat an allegro
admiring the dynamics of her shapely body
I noted she was very high strung
but she played right into my hands.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written with dVerse~Poets Pub.

You Smell Like Sex

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You Smell Like Sex

I am trembling and breathless
as you step behind me
your strong arms
encircling exploring
my body imploring…

Your warm breath at my ear-
you smell like sex!

As you turn to me our lips meet
we drink deeply of this elixir
falling in lust.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written with dVerse~Poets Pub.

A Familiar Stranger

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A Familiar Stranger

Little could I have fathomed
such an exquisite encounter
with a total stranger.
He smiled at me in the hotel bar
kind eyes, handsome, without ego.
I was a moth seeking flame
vulnerable with a single purpose
he seemed familiar to me
it was instant chemistry.
Our words were few
I took him to my room hungry
he reached for me smelling
of cologne and whiskey
crushing me to his chest
the first kiss made me muzzy.
Our foreplay was exquisite
naked flesh covered in goosebumps
mutual waves of bliss washed over us.
The harsh neon lights of the hotel sign
illuminating every sigh and nuance.
Spent and exhausted
we fell into a deep sleep
when I woke my bed was empty.
Ecstasy exchanged without names
no complications of a relationship
a familiar stranger, to remain an enigma.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written with Imaginary Garden With Real Toads.