Saturday Short: Dream

SAMSUNG CAMERA PICTURESI dream in peach satin, pealing low,

slick, the succulent lipid tang invades,

pervades, lingers long after the wick winks,

once, twice and steals me deep.


SWNS_WAVE_100010007.jpgThrough scented waves he creeps and eases in as hot skin slips, enfolds,

callused pads flick and trace a lazy sigh at nape, breath hot, teasing.




Red Silk Preview by faestock on deviantART

I dream in titian silk and cream igniting,

lifting, shifting, skin a-prickle,

yielding on a sigh, he steals me deep.


About Nya Rawlyns

Nya Rawlyns doesn’t write typical romance. She writes emotion as a contact sport, rough and often raw. It need not be pleasant, heart-warming or forever after. What she seeks is what lies beneath—a dance of extremes, the intersect of need and desire, and the compromises we make when pain and pleasure become indistinguishable. ***** She has lived in the country and on a sailboat on the Chesapeake Bay, earned more than 1000 miles in competitive trail and endurance racing, taught Political Science to unwilling freshmen, and found an avocation in materials science. ***** When she isn’t tending to her garden or the horses, the cats, or three pervert parakeets, she can be found day dreaming and listening to the voices in her head.
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One Response to Saturday Short: Dream

  1. mo883mpetersdesires says:

    Your words when you write stories are poetry… your poetry is even more sublime, defying description altogether.


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