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Kindling:
The moment of eyes meeting
That flash of heat or awareness:
Gorgeous! So alive!
Potential and possibility.
In that moment,
It's not mister or miss right
It's mister or miss RIGHT NOW
Like, damn you smell good
And
What are you doing later?
And
I wish I could taste your sweat
Or
Do you taste as good as you smell?
The heat builds as you slide closer
Hands touching, eyes meeting
Mouths ... Testing? Tasting.
How lovely is that spark of awareness
That tells me of another's loveliness
Of my desire
Of their desire
Of my loveliness to them.
*****
Sidelong glances, flirting in a coffeeshop. Sparks kindled, fueled by a comfortable loveseat and delicious spicy chai. Warmth of your denim-clad knee, a certain tone of voice, a sudden impulse of delight that burst out in my laughter.
Another, immediate, passionate connection. The crowded pub, the musicians jamming traditional tunes. Ridiculous flirting beneath your lowered lashes as your bold words surprise me, again I burst out in laughter. I dared to flirt back, I kissed your cheek, asked you to dance. That spark flamed so bright and beautifully!
Some fires are slow to catch, and burn unexpectedly. With you, it wasn't the first glance, or the fifth. Perhaps it was the twentieth or even fiftieth, but I was suddenly caught in your eyes, drowning in desire. Wanted to touch, kiss, taste, nibble, hear incoherent noises from your throat.
Some fires sputter, move from warm coals to flame and back again. There's days where all I need is the smell of your hair and your soft body cuddled up to mine, or a cup of tea in your kitchen. But there's days I want to growl and plunder your mouth, take your clothes off with my teeth, drag my fingers over your sweet skin.
*****
Passion, fire, sparks, ignition.
Connection and lust and affection and humor.
It's not the kindling that's most important, though it's the most exciting part of firestarting. The most important part is how you feed and care for the fire.
Some fires you only need, only want, for a moment: strike a match. Some fires you want to keep you warm a long time, and those require more planning, more care, more tending.
Strike your spark, kindle your flames, and meditate.
Do you need a flash of light?
Do you need to feel the burning, do you need to be consumed?
Or do you need a lot of long, slow, warm coals?
Bear what you want, what you need, in mind.
Now select the appropriate kindling for your fire.
This has been my week 19 entry for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
therealljidol. I'm pretty sure anyone can guess the prompt this week was "kindling."
Please feel free to enjoy the work of my skilled colleagues HERE and to vote for me in the poll that's coming up Tuesday.
I need to apologize in advance, but since I'm going off the grid this week, I can't guarantee responses to comments. Nor can I really guarantee I'll get to read even thetherealljidol entries on my friends list, much less everyone's entries.
I want to wish everyone the best of luck this week, while I go off to the desert and try to kindle some new fires of my own. =)
The moment of eyes meeting
That flash of heat or awareness:
Gorgeous! So alive!
Potential and possibility.
In that moment,
It's not mister or miss right
It's mister or miss RIGHT NOW
Like, damn you smell good
And
What are you doing later?
And
I wish I could taste your sweat
Or
Do you taste as good as you smell?
The heat builds as you slide closer
Hands touching, eyes meeting
Mouths ... Testing? Tasting.
How lovely is that spark of awareness
That tells me of another's loveliness
Of my desire
Of their desire
Of my loveliness to them.
*****
Sidelong glances, flirting in a coffeeshop. Sparks kindled, fueled by a comfortable loveseat and delicious spicy chai. Warmth of your denim-clad knee, a certain tone of voice, a sudden impulse of delight that burst out in my laughter.
Another, immediate, passionate connection. The crowded pub, the musicians jamming traditional tunes. Ridiculous flirting beneath your lowered lashes as your bold words surprise me, again I burst out in laughter. I dared to flirt back, I kissed your cheek, asked you to dance. That spark flamed so bright and beautifully!
Some fires are slow to catch, and burn unexpectedly. With you, it wasn't the first glance, or the fifth. Perhaps it was the twentieth or even fiftieth, but I was suddenly caught in your eyes, drowning in desire. Wanted to touch, kiss, taste, nibble, hear incoherent noises from your throat.
Some fires sputter, move from warm coals to flame and back again. There's days where all I need is the smell of your hair and your soft body cuddled up to mine, or a cup of tea in your kitchen. But there's days I want to growl and plunder your mouth, take your clothes off with my teeth, drag my fingers over your sweet skin.
*****
Passion, fire, sparks, ignition.
Connection and lust and affection and humor.
It's not the kindling that's most important, though it's the most exciting part of firestarting. The most important part is how you feed and care for the fire.
Some fires you only need, only want, for a moment: strike a match. Some fires you want to keep you warm a long time, and those require more planning, more care, more tending.
Strike your spark, kindle your flames, and meditate.
Do you need a flash of light?
Do you need to feel the burning, do you need to be consumed?
Or do you need a lot of long, slow, warm coals?
Bear what you want, what you need, in mind.
Now select the appropriate kindling for your fire.
This has been my week 19 entry for
therealljidol. I'm pretty sure anyone can guess the prompt this week was "kindling."Please feel free to enjoy the work of my skilled colleagues HERE and to vote for me in the poll that's coming up Tuesday.
I need to apologize in advance, but since I'm going off the grid this week, I can't guarantee responses to comments. Nor can I really guarantee I'll get to read even the
therealljidol entries on my friends list, much less everyone's entries.I want to wish everyone the best of luck this week, while I go off to the desert and try to kindle some new fires of my own. =)
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