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Earth

EARTH
by
Jade A. Waters

We lie here, together
One with this earth
Bodies writhing,
Chests pressed
Arms stretching in soil,
We seek to grab anything,
Clawing into ground.
Muddied and sore,
Our fingers lace, tight—
Mine are yours
Yours are mine
And your kisses
Take my cheeks, my lips,
Shocking like raindrops
That tumble down from
The murky sky.

As we fuck, the dirt
Spreads, surrounds,
Hugs the grind of our hips
The arch of my back,
The dig of my heels
On this sandy shore.
Ours are desperate groans
That sway and hum;
They are the sweep of waves
Filling the universe
With an infinite, noisy lust.
For this, we press on,
Our hunger that of the dirtied—
Wanting, bearing down;
Together in this soil
We are one.

There is a tremor
Earth-shattering
A cry that fills our ears,
Rattles our souls
And we shudder in this caress.
This is closeness,
Us
But our need is harder,
Heavier,
Sweaty and raw
We are lost
In this feral clutch,
Longing to be closer
To be deeper, and part
Of the very earth
On which we grind.

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Cover of Coming Together: In Verse

“Longing” – Part of Coming Together: In Verse

LONGING
by
Jade A. Waters
One of three brand new poems, out now in Coming Together: In Verse

I believe this is what they call longing:
The quick pulse in my neck
The tightness of my belly
The hot, wet clench of my cunt,
Because all I can think about is you—
Standing there, that smile on your face
Cock hard and lifted
For me.

So I catch a breath of air,
Catch because I can
Hardly breathe when I look at you
When I think of you, when I crave you,
Walking closer and
Skimming fingers over
All the parts of me that long
For this.

You sit beside me
Hip to mine, head cocked
Those fingertips finding their way inside—
No pretense, no hesitation.
I find my breath, fast and deep,
Like the thrust of your fingers
And when I close my eyes and cry out, it is
For you.

I know now that
Yes, this is longing,
Even when you give me what I ache for,
Show me what I need.
I still lie here, feeling you, loving you
Lost in your touch—but
Longing—infinitely, indefinitely
For more.

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Find out more about Jade's contributions to Coming Together: In Verse here, or buy the anthology on Amazon.
Picture of the infinite star field in reds and golds

Love Like the Stars

LOVE LIKE THE STARS
by
Jade A. Waters

Like a star you plummet—
Deep, dark
             Heavy
The universe that stood between us
Filled, warm
The glisten of stars
Spins round
             So fast
To feel the ache that fills you
Fills me
Pushes us;
Sweat like oceans
Sways with the tide,
Down your cheeks as you tire,
But the moon trembles
And cries for more
An eclipse
Of surrender
And like comets there is
A drizzle,
A dripping
Of the heavens
Between us.

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Woman on top of man on hardwood floor

I Imagine

I IMAGINE
by
Jade A. Waters

I imagine
Fucking you—
Lifting my skirt, straddling you
Settling over your
Hips and taking
Your cock in hand,
Plump, full
Glistening with that sweet drop
Of precome
Before I glide
Your beautiful length
Along my sticky lips,
The look on your face
Making my cunt seize
Just before I slide you in
And take you as far as I can.

I imagine
We’ll moan
You’ll be so deep inside,
I’ll dig my knees in the floor
So I can best thrust
Along your glorious length.
My hands will run
Up your chest,
Down your sides,
Fingernails digging when
That kiss of yours
Makes me fuck you
Harder,
Makes my pussy clench
With the way it feels to
Ride you.

I imagine
How we’ll knock
Against that floor,
You stretching me,
Hands on me,
Staring into my face
As I thrust down,
Back up, and god,
You feel so good.
Gasps spring from our lips
And your body tightens
When I grasp your arms
As firmly
As my cunt grips you,
Then take one last, hard rock
To send us into bliss.

I imagine
We’ll lie there
For a while
Hearts pounding,
Breath wild
Bodies lifting, shaking
And tingling.
The sweet fluid
Of us drips
Down all over our floor.
You kiss my fingers,
Nibble them as you grin
Both of us are sated, trembling, happy
Still
Until, I imagine
We try it once more.

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Overexposed image of butterfly on a branch in a field of grass

Butterfly

BUTTERFLY
by
Jade A. Waters

Just because I smile
Doesn’t mean I’m not broken
Doesn’t mean
I’m not soft on the inside
Not a butterfly in a vicious wind
Fluttering, struggling, but keeping afloat,
Flashing my colors
Setting my course
Not a victim in this crime.

But all the same—
Just because I am a victim
Doesn’t mean I am weak
Doesn’t mean I’m not a voice
Doesn’t mean that I will cave,
That I will be silenced
Or stand here
In this tornado
As a soft, malleable thing
Shaken by your wind.

I will fight

I have fought

I am the voiceless
And the vocal one
The lost, and
The found
I have felt pain
I have felt hurt
I’ve been broken into pieces
So tiny
I didn’t even realize I was me,
And I will not stand for it
Ever again.
I will be your butterfly—
Smiling
Proud,
My wings swaying in this torrid wind,
But I will not be deterred
I will not be caught
I will not fold

I am free.

Artistic image of golden sunset against teal sky over golden cornfield

Sunset

SUNSET
by
Jade A. Waters

He puts his hand on my thigh
And I feel my heart
Stop
He shouldn’t do this to me
Smooth palm, warm skin
Fingers making the slightest caress
And those eyes
Staring into me, reaching my soul.
“What do you think?” he asks.
I don’t know anymore
What the answer is
What he’s saying,
Are we talking about the sunset
Or the touch of his skin on mine?
It’s ridiculous how I
Lose myself with him,
How the sunset we’re watching
Pales
In comparison to those eyes
That hand, that mouth
Leaning into my ear.
“Well?” he whispers.
It’s not my heart that stops now
It’s my breathing.
I’m not breathing
I am holding here
Watching fingers curve over my thigh.
The rush of his breath on my cheek
Is sweeter than the golden glow
Of the horizon,
And I know I want all of him
His touch, his kiss
Basking with me here in this sunset.
So I raise my head,
Take a breath
Take this chance.
“It’s perfect,” I say,
And I lean in for the kiss
Radiating, golden and glorious
Beneath our sunset.

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Image of man pinning woman's hands above her head against wall

Bound

BOUND
by
Jade A. Waters

“I want you,” she says.
She extends her palms
She is naked, crouched
On this hotel room floor,
And as she tilts her head
Her hair brushes
Over one of her nipples,
Red and hard, jutting out
From the flush of her breasts.
“Please,” she whispers.
Her belly tightens,
The flesh of her thighs shakes
When she rises to her knees,
But what strikes me most
Is the look in her eyes—
Deep, desirous, loving
Binding herself to me.

I unfasten my belt
Tug it off my hips,
Weave it round her wrists
As she asked me to do
When we arrived.
Her breath quickens
As does mine,
And once her hands
Are locked together
She wriggles closer,
Waiting while I unzip.
After I release myself
I take her belted wrists,
Guide them under my cock,
And sigh as her fingers
Instantly curl around me.

I cannot stop watching her
When she takes me
Hungrily in her mouth,
Seductive whimpers
Gusting out as her lips
Slide all the way along me.
She doesn’t flinch when she
Moves so quick I strike
The back of her throat.
She doesn’t do anything but smile
As she glides back and forth,
Fingers gripping me tight
Eyes promising, telling me
Everything as the moan
Falls from my lips.

“You are beautiful,”
I say, and she is—
The most beautiful goddess
I’ve ever known,
Her lips reddening as she sucks,
Her body trembling
Almost as much as mine.
The sounds of her mouth
Make me quiver,
Tingle, and gasp.
It’s when the pleasure
Rises that I pull away,
Taking her wrists and
Helping her off the floor.

I push her back on the bed
Hook her wrists round my neck,
And spread apart her legs.
I find her with my fingers—
Dipping them in, slipping them out,
Watching the look on her face,
The flicker of her eyes.
“I need you,” I say,
“Want you so much,”
And her head moves up and down
As I kiss her, then slide inside.
Her heat sucks me in,
Grasps me tight.

Her cries spill
Against my mouth
As I thrust, and inhale her scent.
I am drowning in this.
She shudders when she comes—
Eyes open and bright.
I see her love for me,
Feel my love for her, and
So I drive deep to show her—
I want to be bound
Like this, to her,
Forever.

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Shadowy image of woman looking to side wearing bra

Shouldn’t

SHOULDN'T
by
Jade A. Waters

I know I shouldn’t
Want you like this

Shouldn’t

Feel this way with you
Need you like I do

Want

All the things I get from you
And yet I keep thinking it’s

You

That is the answer
You that makes me crave

This

I don’t even think you see it
Because it’s not possible this

Way

I guess I’m loving you from afar
Trying not to let it show

But

It hurts too much
Feels too good and so

I

Will try to ignore it for
There’s nothing more to

Do

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Image of woman in leather holding handcuffs

Mine

MINE
by
Jade A. Waters

He comes to me
Naked,
Hands outstretched
Offering wrists
I’ve bound so many times,
Kissed so often
In this beautiful world we share.
“I am yours,” he says,
Kneeling and quiet,
Waiting
So I circle him, appraising
The strong width of his shoulders
The sheen of his skin
And the way his stomach
Flexes
When I move close,
But more than that,
The lift of his cock
Once I spread my feet
Just outside his thighs.

“Tonight I will fuck you,” I say,
“My way, until I come.”
He nods,
Stretches hands out farther
Between my knees,
Lifts his eyes
To my naked cunt,
And I can tell
By the look on his face
He doesn’t need me to bind him—
Not today.
He is mine.
I lace my fingers in his hair
Thrust myself against his lips
And close my eyes at
The instant way he slides his tongue
Along me.
He is eager, needing to please,
And doing it
Perfectly, deliciously well.

I clutch him closer
Loving the sound of his breath
In the smash of me to him.
He is good,
So good, tongue circling,
Sucking my clit, slipping inside
And making me gasp.
But when I come, he grins,
Little devil,
As if he thinks
He’s gotten away with something
I hadn’t planned.
Silly, silly boy.
I push him back,
Admire the hard length of his cock
And smirk.
He’s panting when I straddle him,
Louder even when
I slip him inside, and it’s clear
He’s not deserving. Not just yet.

Of course, he feels incredible
But I won’t move—
Not while he’s wriggling
Or giving me that look.
I told him how this would be.
So, with him throbbing
I rub my clit,
Throw back my head
And give a good show
Of making myself come.
He tenses, teeth digging in his lip
And when I ask, “Well?” he whispers,
“Yes, I am yours,” before his cock
Lurches, as if with certainty,
Inside of me.
I take a good, strong grind,
Savoring his desperate moan
And then—only then—do I begin
Fucking
This delightful little lover of mine.

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B/W image of nude woman from side

Aurora

AURORA
by
Jade A. Waters

I wonder how long I'll write about you
It's not that I love you anymore
But you've seeped in somehow
Made yourself part of my being for a lifetime.
We were this thing
This magic
Like the thicket that grew round Aurora's palace
Thorny vines weaving their spell
Around a complicated love
Filled with discovery and lust
But tortured all the same.
I wouldn't do it differently
And yet I feel sometimes
This residual spark inside
Too hot to the touch
Too good
Too dangerous
And filled with the memory
Of how I almost lost myself with you,
Could have forgotten who I really was
Because it was so easy
When I was with you.

Don't worry
I'm not pining.
I'm more into
Knowing I won’t be lost
Inside a love that was so good
But filled with jagged edges, too
I'm sure that if I ever ran into you again
And you laid it on like you do—
That voice of yours
Those eyes that stared right into me
Those hands that touched like
They knew every pore and wanted
To live as part of me forever—
Yes, I know I'd smile and walk away
Because I have to
No matter how long I might pause to consider you, that,
Us
Addiction is addiction
You were my addiction
And as much as I long and burn
For what that felt like
I can't lose myself again.

So I guess that's why,
Sometimes,
I write about you
I write about us
I write about those feelings that
Woke parts of me so long sleeping
High up in that palace.
It's because that
Was a story made for reading
So many times over,
But fairy tales aren't meant
For real life,
They aren't meant to continue.
They're meant to be savored, cherished,
Remembered,
But inevitably
They're meant to be closed, shelved,
And thought of on occasion
Putting a smile on the lips
And a patter in the heart
Before real life continues on
Without them.

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