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

Sensual Sunday: Not your Usual!

It is one of those moments that just happen. The second your mind is taken away to the lands of fantasy. Colours changing, blurring against a black canvas creating an image of the person you just got contact with. To me it is a gentle brush of her skin, the distant smile I never seem to get any closer to. Watching her pull a lock of hair behind her ear with her polished and well manicured nail. A fragrance when she walks past my cubicle.

These moments sweep me of my feet and stop controlling my body. Motionless my heart fills with thrill and excitement. Skin changing to flush a bright red from the blood boiling in heat. When you read this you wonder as if I am talking about the once in a while, but for me it is every day.

Soon as my foot enters the floor on which I work I can feel my heart beat rise loud, to the point I can feel it pulse through my entire body. Each hair sways at the thought of her and their trembles reach the tip of my fingers with each beat.

When I walk in the kitchen I do my best to stare at the coffee machine and decide on my flavour for the day. But when my eye reaches its corner I see her.

Her breath so gentle and calm pushing away the steam coming from her hot tea. The lips curled in a precious smile press carefully against her cup before she pouts them together and takes a small sip.

My fingers feel across the face of the machine and press the first button it comes across. As I am about to turn my head around her eyes meet mine and shock rushes underneath my skin. Eyes wide I start reading the display, waiting for it to beep and tell me my ‘Soy milk coffee, no sugar’ is ready to be taken out of the cup holder.

‘Crap my least favourite’.

As my mind dwells on her kissing the cup, I find myself naked with her on before me, holding tight on my pulsing cock that starts to hurt from being folded.

I shake my head waking up form my moment of fantasy and put down the cup of coffee and run of to the bathroom. Swept open a cubicle and locked the door behind me to sit down with my hands down the pants sorting out the agonizing pain.

Praying…

Hoping…

She did not see me get hard!

©Ranting Crow

Just had me a moment to write again, so I did. Hope to be able to continue the unfinished Snow White soon.

 

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

Friday’s Favourites!

Friday’s Favourites is all about some of my own favourite writings and a little back story on the posts itself.

I am not someone who can recite the things I wrote, as most are or were written in the spur of the moment. Reading how ever is a different story and on occasion I am reminded of my past writings by those who inspire me. Not considering myself to be a great poetry writer, I do give it a shot here and there. It is mostly this that gave me an idea to revisit old posts.

Since I have created 4 categories inside the Poetry Library I call, The Crow’s Blood Spills I will spend a couple of Fridays revisiting each and every one of them and select a few of my favourites. It is not a top 5 as I can’t say which I love the most. They are all part of me.

The fourth and final category I’m revisiting is the Sensual & Erotic. The exploration within the realms of sexuality and my own fantasies. To reach and see desires, wants and needs being answered. Crossing boundaries to reach new levels of high and passion. Cutting through shadows revealing a light that shimmers in every corner of each heart and hopefully open up conversations. This I tried to convert into words using my simplicity.

Rope Art!: This one is my adoration towards the ropes and the finesse one needs to wrap it around a body. How it becomes woven and creates a path, or journey passing a persons hidden desires.

Rope Surrender!: The second on rope and the art. How they bind people’s hearts and souls together. I think I went a little deeper into the emotions of the journey to show and tell a story I came across on the way to the final knot.

Work of Art!: I do think this is one of my finer works. Still it is the exploration of sexuality some might find strange or even perverted. To she who is becoming my work of art it was a dedication.

Becoming Mine!: Was it or is it the path we have set foot on. To become in a way connected by surrender to a multitude of rules. Both sides committed in way most people only dare dreaming of. It is a try to explain I think at least one branch of a large beautiful tree we can climb.

Enraptured!: Reliving that last moment. When al senses collide and shut down as a body is set on fire. It is a moment of silence during the loudest scream and it all ruptures into fulfilment.

Earlier ‘Friday’s Favourites!’ can be found HERE (Writer’s Fantasy), HERE (Miscellaneous) and HERE (Love & Life)

For more of my poetry, check out the Crow’s Blood Spills at the top of the page. Each picture will take you deeper in side my heart soul.

Best Wishes
Ranting Crow

PS. Hope to update the Categories next week.

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