simmering skin, night of succulent sin
lit by dark lamp’s phosphorescence
long after switch turns off
glowing just enough
to see outlines — fiery flesh designs

an aura of molten gold traces glittered shoulders
lips and heaving hips
in orgasmic arrays of photonic display
filling holes where mind roams
when reference removed
all but body lines bared 

daring to dance to unseen audience
deeper entranced, deeper ensconced
until no one knows
where I end 
and you begin


~ Emily C.


Cherry Blossom Lips

he wandered wet
on damp cherry blossom paths
post-rain air sweetened
with heaviness of regrets
visions of her cherry blossom lips
mind spinning in cowardly shame
he had run from her in fear

of forever, of a kiss he knew
would seal the deal
for lips as hers weren’t part time pleasure

he knew he would be all in
with one small luscious taste
no going back, no exit

facing himself
— vulnerability’s raw heart,
the fierceness of truest love:

it would swallow him whole

the evidence of her beauty
inner and out
spoken in soft exhales
that departed her soul
inhaled by his that suckled,
drugged, in a springtime instant

forever hers
and yet never
to be hers

the path…
the path was just as pink
just as sweet
and wound endlessly,
— it begged him to run

she would demand
he stay
without uttering
a single syllable
from her
cherry blossom lips

~ Emily C.



my hands are wet with your memory

the scent of your love
…at least
the dream of it

“what would you feel like?”

I wonder…

eyes close and mind goes

to those places of hide and seek
we used to play with our words

cut to the chase
do you want me

or not

my body speaks in tongues
languages only you can understand
but in order to translate
you must touch

and you are too far away

I can’t feel, and I need to,

and I feel

my hands are sticky with the answer


~ Em C.


Enter Me ~ w/audio

Enter me

my ivied gates are open
wet with dripping morning dew
verdant and virgin new


see what’s my inside
my garden path awaits
your distinguished tastes

See me

with your eyes closed
explore depths unknown
feel what lies exclusively before


wide I offer my expanse
grow flowers from my lips
shine sun from my womb


long until songbirds call
we will tumble hard
we will free fall


our flesh on passion’s blanket
forgetting all but us, now
cushioned on a field of moans


as the new seed shoots in spring
I am your fertile ground in need
total bliss
in you
I receive


~ Emily C.