Awaken My Spirit!

Just something different as my heart has calmed down and my spirit was awakened by her nakedness returning slowly the man who held on dearly to his devotions.

Awaken My Spirit!

Hush yourself
little darling.

Keep quiet,
bite the tongue
between lipstick lips.

Heed my whispers
sent into the silence
of our breaths.

Slow gasps
breaking up kisses.
In sync of one’s heart.

Let us welcome
your unspoken desires
wishes enlightened.

Out of the shadows,
your skin, My canvas
Colouring, embossing the flesh.

No need to see.
Images of the heart set free
into the embarked space.

Lingering touches,
of leather and nail
lusting quivers overtake.

Bound body
You are my inspiration,
A captured passion.

Awakening my devotion!

©Ranting Crow2014-’16

Caution!

A trip of sexual escape. To also remind me to always know and remember what one is doing. This is different for everyone as we journey through our sexuality and desires with experiments. Kept it pretty simple.

Art by Warren Du Pree, Nick Thornton Jones
Model: Samantha Gradoville

Caution!

It is a dance with danger
balancing on a ledge.
One wrong choice or
step in the wrong direction
have you fall without wings.

Every day
seeking the desires,
endorphin rushing
seeking wings
that raise me higher.

Hearts pounding in fear
reaching out for an escape.
Wishes and dreams
waiting to become real
heroes and lovers to embrace.

Every day
seeking seduction,
heat spreading
a devouring lust
that brings me safe to my knees.

Caution playing tricks
dwelling in a sub space.
A solitude soul leashed
above the abyss by chains
made of her trust.

Every day
in want of Him
I dare to entice,
provoke to fulfil my needs
under His watchful eyes.

©Ranting Crow2014-’16

Stripped!

Model: Alysha Nett , Photographer: Art T. (Colour Original)

Stripped

The drop,
a landslide
of fluttering damask.
Uncover flawless
curves
from neck to waist.

Moonstruck,
illuminate
milky white silk skin.
A torch of beauty
melting
onlooking hearts.

Perfection,
exhibited
of a flower in bloom.
Breaths like breeze
spreading
your seductive essence.

Forbidden,
pleasures
set fire to one’s soul.
Stripped from desires
Exploring
the submissive in you.

©Ranting Crow2014-’16

The Mask!

I have to be honest this was and is an experiment with my writing. In search of another way to express my inner voice. Hope you will enjoy the small read and leave a thought behind it would be amazing if I could hear them. Thank you for you time.

Photographer: David Cuerdon, Model: April Berry, Make-up: Liza Gumz

The Mask!

It was her curling lips
and jade green eyes.

They’ve said it all,
among whispers and lies.

She heard my call.

Moving delicate body,
like feathered pen.

With grace of a feline,
catching gaze of men.

A pull she won’t decline.

She writes the words,
upon her porcelain skin.

Striding through emptiness
uncovering blush of lustful sin.

Giving me her eagerness.

Underneath the mask,
she won’t hide intent.

Craving desires increase
unmask restrictive torment.

A kiss to accept her pleas.

©Ranting Crow2014-’16

I Exist!

Art by Olezza Moiseeva

I exist, 

Without you seeing
appearing in dreams
to visit you at night.
Only to vanish
when you open your eyes.

I exist, 

Without you hearing
sensing the touches
that cares your skin
whispers travel in silence
like a breeze around you.

I exist,

Without you knowing
I’m standing behind you
night and upcoming day.
guiding your actions
with unseen strings.

I exist,

Because you want me to
become the master
of your heart and soul.
spread love through pulsing veins
And lay bare your truest desires.

I exist,

In the depths of your affection.
Fulfilling the needs
with my pleasures.
Take all you offer
So that I exist only for you.

©Ranting Crow 2014-’16

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