The Dance at Fate’s Hands

Holding one another, the two lovers dance, swaying softly
Music is piped in through the speakers, a gentle rhythm
Their bodies pressed close as they slowly move together
Each intimately aware of the other, responding to the slightest touch
Clothes slipping off, falling to the floor, naked flesh against naked flesh
As they continue to dance together in a slow sensual dance

Neither had anticipated they would ever have this dance
Or the chance to feel one another as they swayed softly
Let alone feel the smoothness of each other’s naked flesh
The desire and passion for one another, creating a unique rhythm
As the music ends, but the dance continues, guided by a gentle touch
The hand of fate leading them, orchestrating the time they are together

Bodies heated with passion, fueled by a desire to be together
Pressing her against the bed, ready to take their sensual dance
To the next level, he longs to feel her body respond to his gentle touch
Yearns to hear sighs as they escape her lips while he explores her softly
Wanting their bodies to be connected, joined, rocking in their unique rhythm
As they both willingly submit themselves to one another’s flesh

Her lips part as he lowers his mouth to hers, as his hand roams her supple flesh
Runs down her abdomen, over her velvet soft sex, as she clamps her legs together
Holding his hand firmly between her thighs, fingers against her petals strumming a rhythm
Chords of delight on sensitive flesh, making her senses joyously dance
Her wetness coats his fingers, as they slip into her, sheathed softly
Muscles contracting softly around his strong fingers, moaning under his gentle touch

Reaching down, searching, she gasps feeling his firmness as it throbs under her touch
Feeling the heat in his loins, and the desire for her radiating from his hard flesh
Unclenching her legs, parting them, she pulls him, guiding him ever so softly
Feeling him pressed against her soft petals, their heat combining, joining together
As he penetrates her soft folds, her legs wrapping around him, another step in the dance
Rocking into her deeply, fully, their bodies begin to move in a natural rhythm

Hands clasped, music emanating their bodies in sighs and moans, a divine rhythm
Bodies rocking steadily, lost in one another’s eyes, enflamed by each other’s touch
As they reach the peak, the climax, of their most intimate dance
Shivering with pleasure, flooding him with her sweet nectar, coating his flesh
While he offers his seed unto her, filling her to overflowing, the two come together
As one, the music of their lovemaking, echoing throughout the room softly

The intimate dance comes to end, leaving their hearts beating the same rhythm
Fate brought together their lives, guiding them with her most gentle touch
To softly seal the forbidden lover’s hearts to one another by joining their flesh.

©AC Elliott, 18-Sep-18 (originally written in 2014)

*Written using the Sestina poetry form, a repeating end word form.

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An Angel in Flight (Angelic Cries #5)

angelic wings clipped
she struggles internally
longing to be free,
yet, longing to be held
captive,
a complexity
in and of itself
she needs both, and neither
at the same time
and so, partially mended
she takes flight
leaving it all behind

~~~~
© AC Elliott, 27-Jul-18

Originally written in 2015, this is the fifth out of a five part of a series of poems that I had written previously over a couple years. This series has always been a favorite of mine, and I thought I would share them once more while I am working on other projects.

*Picture from Pinterest, artist unknown.

Her Salty Tears Flowed (Angelic Cries #4)

Her head down, salty tears flowed, stinging her eyes
Running over the hands covering her face
As her chest heaves with anguish filled, painful sighs
She thinks on the choices that brought her disgrace
Being caught in a web of entangled lies
and it was all because her faith was misplaced
The Devil tempted her in ways never heard
Faith lost, she gave in to his silver-tongued words.
Feeding her desires with silver-tongued words

He soon became the only thought in her head,
and as her subconscious warnings went unheard
She bought into the lustful words that he said
The choices of right and wrong becoming blurred
Her innocence was lost in his silk lined bed
Succumbing to desires buried within
She allowed him to claim her time and again

He claimed her body as his time and again
Using her only to fill his lustful needs
His will was her god and his words were ordained
She placed her trust in them to never mislead
So, she ignored his leers and his rakish grin
Whenever he wanted to feed her his seed
For, she craved the feel of his throbbing release
And always prayed his attentions wouldn’t cease

She prayed for his attentions to never cease
But found that her prayers fell on deaf ears
As an angel that craved the Devil’s hot release.
It felt like her wings were clipped with ragged shears
When he tossed her aside, innocence fleeced.
Realizing she was living her darkest fears
Fallen, she collapsed, screaming with mournful cries
Her head down, salty tears flowed, stinging her eyes

~~~~
© AC Elliott, 26-Jul-18

Originally written in 2015, this is the fourth out of a five part of a series of poems that I had written previously over a couple years. This series has always been a favorite of mine, and I thought I would share them once more while I am working on other projects.

*Picture from Pinterest, artist unknown.

Washing Away the Pain (Angelic Cries #3)

Losing her heart, came with a cost
She kneels feeling alone and lost
Missing his touch on her skin
Her lust for life is growing thin
Raven hair plastered by the rain
She tries to wash away the pain

The drops run slowly down her cheeks
She turns her gaze to the sky to seek
Answers for why she must always cry
Thunder is the it’s only reply
Kneeling there feeling the hard rain
She tries to wash away the pain

Raindrops fall mixing with her tears
They’re mingling with her anxious fears
Fearing she will always be alone
There is no hope from heaven shown
Skin getting pelted by the rain
She tries to wash away the pain

The lightning flashes in the sky
Is it her love saying goodbye?
Is the thunder his booming voice
Trying to say she has a choice
Feeling his kisses in drops of rain
She tries to wash away the pain

~~~~
© AC Elliott, 25-Jul-18

Originally written in 2014, this is the third out of a five part of a series of poems that I had written previously over a couple years. This series has always been a favorite of mine, and I thought I would share them once more while I am working on other projects.

*Picture from Pinterest, artist unknown.

Sad, Angelic Cries (Angelic Cries, #2)

She descends to the barren earth
Her laughter gone, devoid of mirth
There she rests upon a headstone
Of someone forgotten and unknown
She rests there, with tears in her eyes
Crying out with sad, angelic cries

Holding the headstone in her grip
She bites down angrily on her lip
Biting back words she longs to speak
In fear of being seen as weak
Salty tears running from her eyes
Crying out with sad, angelic cries

Feeling the stone threaten to crumble
The sky above her starts to rumble
As if it is starting to react
To the breaking of her solemn pact
A fierce look is filling her eyes
Crying out with sad, angelic cries

The solemn pact she had broken
When their first words were spoken
She knew better than to fall in love
With someone that wasn’t from above
She watched him die before her eyes
Crying out with sad, angelic cries

Now she comes here every year
To shout out to all that will hear
It’s hell to love a mortal soul
Because their death will take its toll
Making you want to tear our your eyes
Crying out with sad, angelic cries

~~~~
© AC Elliott, 24-Jul-18

Originally written in 2014, this is the second out of a five part of a series of poems that I had written previously over a couple years. This series has always been a favorite of mine, and I thought I would share them once more while I am working on other projects.

*Picture from Pinterest, artist unknown.

An Angel, Lost (Angelic Cries, #1)

An angel, lost, without her wings
Facing whatever fate may bring
Trapped in a field with windswept hair
Waiting, hoping someone would care to hear her sing

An angel, lost, singing the blues
Waiting, hoping to be rescued
For her love to sweep her away
To catch her, take her faraway, to somewhere new

An angel, lost, seeking his arms
Wanting the protection from harm
Is it too much to hope for love
Waiting, praying to God above, for love’s warm arms

~~~~
© AC Elliott, 24-Jul-18

Originally written in 2014, this is the first out of a five part of a series of poems that I had written previously over a couple years. This series has always been a favorite of mine, and I thought I would share them once more while I am working on other projects.

*Picture from Pinterest, artist unknown.

The Only Reply

I breathe in the air with a sigh
while questions spin round in my mind.
Opening up, I let them fly
and breathe in the air with a sigh,
silence is the only reply.
So, to my fate, I am resigned…
to breath in the air with a sigh
while questions spin round in my mind.
~~~~
© AC Elliott, 12-Apr-18

Written using the Triolet poetry form.