conquest

Written by William F. DeVault on February 3, 2008 – 9:08 pm -

The lovely and talented Candy sent me a poem earlier this evening that I hope she will post to her blog, for it is wonderful (I keep telling people she makes me work hard to keep up, which is a huge part of the excitement for me).

In the time between now and her posting (I hope) I offer a faint echo of that work, inspired by her and her passions.

conquest

your skin whispers "conquest"
as you hold me to your will
memories fading into the nothing
where they belong, a song of silence.
your skin whispers "conquest"
and I remain with you, still
feeling your heart as it opens wide
and caresses me, possesses me.
your skin whispers "conquest"
and your lips breathe my name
onto my flesh, into the dreams
where, once obscure, you now endure.
your skin whispers "conquest"
as you take me where burns a flame
that immolates me in holy fire
with no complaint, and no restraint.
and your whisper is like thunder to my blood.

William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.


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2 Comments to “conquest”

  1. Candy Tothill Says:

    Wow. This reads like a mantra. It chants so powerfully from the page. It makes me think of bonfires and starlight… and the night wind in my hair…

  2. William F. DeVault Says:

    I envy the night wind, right now.

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