Wild at heart …

There’s a man I just met, with a voice like a storm,

He strums his guitar, where shadows are born,

His eyes hold secrets of the midnight’s embrace,

A wild heart that beats at a restless pace.

He sings the songs of the lost and the free,

With a soul that’s as deep as the endless sea,

In his arms, I find a shelter, a haven so rare,

With a touch, he reminds me of how much I care.

   Oh, wander with me, through the night’s endless dance,

   With your voice and your song, we’ll take every chance,

   Beneath the constellations, where our dreams ignite,

   With you, my wild heart, I’ll embrace the night.

His spirit is a fire, unchained and untamed,

A force of nature, impossible to name,

When he sings, the world fades to a distant hum,

In his presence, I’m lost, I’m found, I’m undone.

His hands play the strings like they’re woven from dreams,

With each note, he unravels my seams,

He’s a wanderer, a poet, with a heart full of scars,

In his eyes, I see galaxies, I see stars.

   Oh, wander with me, through the night’s endless dance,

   With your voice and your song, we’ll take every chance,

   Beneath the constellations, where our dreams ignite,

   With you, my wild heart, I’ll embrace the night.

He’s the whisper of freedom, the call of the wild,

With a spirit unbroken, and a heart so beguiled,

He makes me feel alive, with just one look,

Stolen me away, like a thief to a crook.

So here’s to the man, with a voice like a storm,

In his company, I’m reborn,

With every chord he strikes, I’m enthralled,

In this wild heart serenade, I’ve answered the call.

   Oh, wander with me, through the night’s endless dance,

   With your voice and your song, we’ll take every chance,

   Beneath the constellations, where our dreams ignite,

  With you, my wild heart, I’ll embrace the night.

Yes, with you, my wild heart, I’ll embrace the night.~

Amongst the trees…

Oh the darkness of the season arrives.

The fires ignite, the lights turn on

And the sun says goodnight like an early bird.

I am left then to my own devices, the wheels turning and tending the fire.

Ideas flare, imagination runs wild and sometimes turns into a brush fire.

Testing my Will.. if I have the strength to endure starting over and over again.

Do I have enough to begin again and start from scratch?

Can I begin to realize I create my own reality based on my past experiences; not leaving much room for the new seeds to take root.

Begin to realize I can get off the hamster wheel

And write a new story. Write a new pathway from the wild undefined parts of my soul that I used to explore as a little girl.

Going off trail to discover new meadows and new birds and trees I have never seen.

Even though I may not know they are indeed there; they are waiting to be discovered while I expend less effort and breathe in more air. ~

S.Taylor

Rejection…

Oh the spurn of one’s rejection.. We make art from it and hang it on our walls to remind us of each others woes. How the dance of jumping from one side of the fence of “love” can sway us away from ourselves so quickly.

How the light dances beautifully on one’s face while we are imagining all the possibilities before us. The waltz we find ourselves in; a graceful and timeless dance, is a captivating duet between two souls. It is a dance of elegance, romance, and connection that transcends worlds. As the music begins to play, the dancers step onto the floor, their eyes locked in an unspoken agreement.

Instantly we give our power away while being swept away to the land of dreams.

Nothing is really as it seems. We drop from the clouds high, the music ends, people go home and go back to their daily lives on the grid.

Only a moment we seem to capture glimpse of what we perceive as heaven.

Then our pasts become illuminated through a familiar scenario and we are back right where we were during the storm. Our hearts race, it’s written all over our face and we’ve dropped out if the race.

Fear of the same dread that keeps us locked in our waiting bins of desire. “Someday I’ll find the one, I’ve just got to.”

The denial continues and we build a bridge to nowhere and a past that will never be.

Living in memories of how it used to be feeling so loved and free.

Forgetting our own heart beats with love’s frequency and fragmenting until they’re no sign of decency.

As the rejection spread, I am left with the ash from the fire after it burned my entire being down.

Now from the ground and all that’s left is the core; I can see how much I am adored by something greater that can never abandon me and again I am born.~

S.Taylor

The Kur…

Shadows hover just to the right of my clavicle

Down my ribs under my breast that craves exhalation.

A meadow winds down stream towards a vast sea

Filled with treasury.

Guarded by the lock of trust, safety, pleasure.

Ignition fires and She from the deep rises.

Through the gates of volley, removes any jester that poses without purpose. 

They fall prey to the cronies that escape the grey,

Withered and wandering down their own rabbit holes.

Redemption is just fingertips away with an exchange of grace; decayed. 

The heat and dust fill your robotic lungs

Adjusting to the absence of light.

Surrounding a cache of luce coming from your eyes; beaming out way through the tunnel of dark delights.

Made bare…

Don’t move. The slow deep breaths expand the room and your hands are busy growing in bloom.

A rose described heavy chest provides provocative shadows dance as they freely rest. 

The curve of my breast draws you in as you draw their likeness. 

Rising the power in you. 

Black velvet presses between my toes as the leather hugs my pussy; so here we go. 

Into the noir arrives just in time for slow, deep, breaths.

Don’t. Move. 

The sound of led meeting the scroll

Sings my rib-caged heart to rest.

The blood in my hands and feet leave the scene

As if they rearrange my veins within the deep.

Feeling your way through the veil as my body has passed beyond the layers of this realm.

Hovering in darkness where life forms 

As you wish it; watch it conform.

The shades of grey intimately portray 

A vast sea of curves on a maiden’s decollate.

As pheromones filled the room my body came unglued. 

Emerged from the cocoon 

Left with a hint of salt, blood and the scent of you.

My Muse…

I felt you in the shower today,

The way the water hits your hair and runs down to your precious parts makes my skin crave your works of art

The steam caresses our lips drawing them in for another hint of bliss

Your hands grip my hips touching your fingertips to my parted gifts

Down through the ether you’ve always been within this sinners grin

Always care, always bare,

Reminding me that the love will always be there 🖤♥️

Forgiven…

Inspired soul

Inspired soul, holy

Admired soul

Admired soul, holy

Higher love

Higher love, calling me

Brazen love

Brazen love, calling me

And I break, a break in me

I can’t contain

And I break, a break I need

To break away

In simple words, it’s okay

Okay to stay, okay to break away

There are no words, it’s okay

To change my mind, change my mind

It’s my heart that won’t stay confined

It’s guiding my soul to the tides

To guide me home with the sweet divine ♾

The Catalyst…

Many times I’ve found myself sitting with pen in hand ready to confess the lost time in between the years of our departed whirlwind. Then reality always sets in that we really don’t know each other anymore and again, I rest my case.

But that couldn’t seem further from the truth in another sense, another dimension. In the ether, you are ever present. It wax and wanes like the moon bringing waves of inspiration, evidence of you appears out of no where.

The radio plays a familiar tune that reminds me of you. An imposter in the crowd that makes me turn around and wish I could see your face somehow.

You see, when we met it struck me to my core that has resonated with me till this present day. A face that stopped me in my tracks with a familiarity that hit close to home.

What it brought was awareness leading to awakening which lead me to flee to a spiritual journey within myself in finding my own truth. Breaking myself like ocean upon the rocks moving and creating beautiful mountains and disasters to rebuild from.

I do not regret anything, nor am I perfect, but I’m living life in gratitude for the lessons that have shaped me into the woman I’ve become. Life is an adventure and one of the most important things for me is to be honest and honor what is true as the words come out with a message of love.

To get to it, THANK YOU. For having such an impact on me even if it did not last in the physical realm, you became apart of my energy field and I can still feel you miles away. I have dreamt of you over the years and it’s as if we picked up right where we left off. Catching up about our twists and turns down the road we’ve encountered and also of the love and loss we’ve each experienced.

Maybe things could have been different, if we had our chance to actually be. But when we parted it was so abrupt I wasn’t mature enough to see passed my own ego, I was angry at you, upset that you dropped me like a dime, and our words went to war not having any awareness for what was really happening inside each of us.

Waves of inspiration surge through me straight through to my fingertips and out come vulnerable confessions..

To this day, you are still one of my greatest inspirations.. Over the years you have brought me to a state of a’muse’ment to which both love and passion have moved through me and continue to do so. The words come freely and with it a plethora of poetic entries, induced by the kiss of a catalyst. Always remaining the one that ignited the spark in my heart, the yearning in my soul and my light in the darkness.

Ya’aburnee

Affections are displayed with a familiar face.  The chemistry between the species brings me to another state of emergency.  

His skin, his touch, the embrace, taste remove my clothes with haste. 
Pheromones seep through to the sheets that cradle the heated taken place

A history of enlightened grace that is apart of my very soul
I have no control of what is meant to be…

Simply I let it be told

By our bodies that speak in code

Ignoring the fact that you were meant for me and I was meant for you 

The charade continues until the end of our days

And we’ve run out of substations 

That lead me back to you 💙

Rapture…

A sudden urge of rapture seeps out from my veins

Prompting me to undress your beautiful form

Uncovering each layer to discover

Every inch has me left to wonder

Rushing from my finger tips to your skin

Lying still with no covers I’m engaged and dig in

Your hands running through my hair

The heat permeating the air

Piece by piece the clothing falls

I’m here to take down all the walls

The scent of smoke bleeds from your neck as my teeth sink into entrap

Your grip sends me a jolt of progression

Hungry, smitten for lust and affection

Our gaze is locked as my back is cocked

Arching to the crescendo don’t stop