ravenous

“Blake said that the body was the soul’s prison unless the five senses are fully developed and open. He considered the senses the ‘windows of the soul.’ When sex involves all the senses intensely, it can be like a mystical experience.”

–   Jim Morrison

“Too much of a good thing can be wonderful.”   –   Mae West

“Love is so short, forgetting is so long.”   –   Pablo Neruda

“Passion is universal humanity. Without it religion, history, romance and art would be useless.”  –    Honore de Balzac

 

ravenous

j’ai faim

though it be a

minute

or hours

since we parted

the echos of our

melding

reverberate

flooding each cavity

causing cells to spasm

your hunger collides

into my own

ensemble

the pangs of

starvation

but your taste

lingers on my tongue

sizzling, salty then sweet

your touch burns

beyond the boundaries

of flesh

famine sharpens your desire

hunger – thrusting yours

into my own

rhythm rocking

extremities locking

filling each other

sparks flying

one day – perhaps

we will spontaneously

combust

*

bisous,

léa

Author: Léa

A wanderer who has found home and herself in the South of France.

12 thoughts on “ravenous”

      1. Oh, yes! Something my paternal grandmother used to say to me *all the time*. Then she’d tell me about her lovers, bless xoxo

  1. Wow! Such passion Lea, and I love the ending, it brought a smile 🙂

    As always the quotes are wonderful!

    Love xxx

    PS. Can you tell me if you received my reply to your commentton my baby post? I have replied to all of them but my reply to you and two others say awaiting moderation and I have no idea why! Xx

    1. Christine, if it brought you a smile, I have succeeded! 🙂

      You know my weakness for quotes.

      Love xxx

      PS. No! No response? xX

  2. La Petite Mort

    On the back seat of a car, in a secluded clearing,
    with the theme song from ‘Local Hero’
    playing on the stereo, two people
    couple with such intensity
    that for a moment the forest falls still;

    the woodpecker pauses in his drumming,
    wood-nymphs cover their eyes
    and their ears with their wings,
    and a robin, nearest to the scene,
    begins to doubt his own ability.

    Meantime, a sparrowhawk,
    searching for other prey, looks down in wonder,
    wonders if, for those two people,
    life will ever be the same again, then swoops
    to change the life of a coal tit for ever.

    1. The first two verses did not prepare me for the last… sorry, you had my mind wandering in a different direction. 🙂

      I really liked the poem and do appreciate you sending it. Merci beaucoup!

      It is too bad that you and Christine are so far away. There is a huge village meal starting at 19h… 🙂

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