Floricide

He loves me.
He loves me not.
The petals to the floor fall,
but through my uncertainty
a floricide of petals
when all I needed was one.

~ Valentyna Holloway ©

relaxing petals

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You Pulled Me Out Of All The Brutal Places I Was Lost

My arms form the shape of Your waist
as I’m lifted into Your embrace.
Passion like wolves guttural howling to the moon.
Pressing together like stone sealed to mortar,
no space in between,
merged.
I have surrendered to You in trust.
Lift me by my neck.
Crush me into Your kisses.
Break me into Your rapture.
Mold my spine into Your hands.
Clutch my hair in Your fists.
Leave only my toes on the ground
or let me fall to my knees.
Let me taste the tender of You,
I will do the same.
I leave my heart at Your feet.
I give You my wide-eyed release.
I whisper Your name in Holy-mouthed rapture.
You bury me inside You,
Where I will never be lost.

~ Valentyna Holloway ©

 

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I Am The Amen To Your Prayer

You, me, we are like a hymnal.
We are like a sermon on how
love was meant to be written.
My body reaches for Your hands,
Your body aches for mine.
Like a new religion, discovering
worship with the magnificence of
arcane history found on a parchment
written in a language only the
Angels can comprehend.
That is our love.
The middle of the night aching for
each other and the shuddering into
being at the thought of standing
at each other’s altar. Holy water
dripping from my fingertips in
a blessed rain as my hair trails
along Your chest where my lips
have traced the path. The bridge
to our existence, the altar of our
passion, the cathedral of our desire.
Unabandoned. The Holy arches, like
the Gates of Heaven flung forth.
Finding forgiveness through each other
with a light inside of us burning
so brightly it could only have been placed
there with Heavenly blessing.
I am the amen to Your prayer.
You are the absolution and the adoration.
And as I fall to my knees a litany falls from
my lips~
‘I love You.
I love You.
I love You.’

~ Valentyna Holloway ©

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Raw

Raw,
delicate,
fragile,
I lose myself in You
as Your love buries
itself under my skin,
it digs and embeds
with bare hands and
knowledgeable fingers
through my flesh
through my bone
through my soul
caressing each cell
on the way through.
Shivering.
Trembling.
Alive.
Each breath is renewal.
This is how it is.
Your skin against mine,
quaking me into existence.

~ Valentyna Holloway ©

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Reckless

Touch me
Recklessly
Like You are saving my life
Sprawled across the bed
Tangled covers of silk that betray the secret of our desire
Spectacular shadows moving on the wall
in the flickering candlelight
Your hands all over me
My hands all over You
Leaving no corners untouched
Unveiling sensations known only to the Divine
Unashamed
Unbridled
Uncontrolled
Hungry like a wild beast
Thirsty like the burning desert
Devouring the need from each other
Shaking, bending, quaking, burning
Reckless

~ Valentyna Holloway ©

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Pulse

This is passion.
This is desire.
This is love.
I pull You towards me with an ache that throbs
so deeply inside me it is tearing me apart
with the intensity of the hunger.
You kiss me.
Pulling my wrists above my head.
Pressing me down into the silk sheets.
Throbbing as hard as the pulse of my heart.
Clasping the back of my neck as my hands free.
Drawning my body upwards to Yours.
Arching Your spine as I slowly draw my fingertips
downward, feeling each vertebrae as I connect with
Your flesh with just a hint of nail.
My lips ardently pressed against Your chest with
kisses trailing across as You tangle my hair in
Your fingers with moans of ecstasy tumbling from
Your mouth.
Nerves tangled like the bedsheets as I raise my legs and
circle Your body, slowly, gently, with toes playing like
fingertips in a concerto of ardour.
I spell the letters of Your name in kisses across Your
flesh, in Morse code with my fingertips while my
legs encircle You and run against Your skin as if
I am reading braille.
A masterpiece of Worship through communion, through
conjoined pleasure, through thrusts that fill me inside
and let me know we are one.
Unabandoned.
Unashamed.
Unbridled.
Brilliant as the light of the sun, explosive as a supernova
rocking the Heavens. Screams shattering the silence
that reverberate pleasure. A rupture like lava spilling out
of a volcano as waves crash upon the shore.
Hard.
Engulfing.
Rapturous.
And as we lay in the aftermath of stillness,
I feel,
Your pulse thrumming through me.

~ Valentyna Holloway ©

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Holy Defined

I press myself against You
as You run Your fingers through my hair like wind chimes,
my lips press against Yours
like rain pounding on the hard ground
kisses
opening the floodgates of passion
opening the pent up longing my heart can’t deny
opening my body to Yours like the petals of a flower
my hips grinding into Yours like a stone grinding
wheat to powder, hard, turbulent motion,
then gentle again
like a whisper
kisses so soft roses are jealous
Your touch taking the ruins of my temple
from broken shards to glistening pearls
each touch on my spine a reminder of our
arcane history as my fingers trace paths
across Your chest my lips will soon follow.
the viciously guarded secret of my passion
for You being confessed by my pulsing
flesh long before my mouth speaks the
words of adulation, pouring my heart
out without saying a word through
the hard pulse running through
Your veins and the wild desire
pouring out Your fingertips
Take me, I am Your offering.
Take me.
Cleanse me.
Worship me as intently as I worship You.
Throw the cathedral doors open as I
take You through Holy rapture, the
cry of prayers escaping from Your lips
as I take You to a crescendo over and over
until You scream my name in ecstasy,
with fistfuls of hair tangled in Your fingers
falling to Your knees in front of me,
pulling me into You,
saving me,
granting me absolution most Divine.
Shaking like the gates of Heaven are opening.
My body weeping with shuddering joy.
Communion most divine.
This is how we turn water into wine.
This is how we shed our sins.
This is how we define the Holy from the profane.
This is how we become unburied.
Rapture.

~ Valentyna Holloway ©

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