Runaway Train
Erotic poetry
*this was a poem that began as a note and then I started to play with dividers instead of broken stanzas, single words started to jump out and it just got momentum. The whole write was about twenty five minutes and there was a beat that kept bringing trains to mind. Somehow the rhythm fit my muse, all speed stemmed from there. I hope you like it. Vx
I wake and imagine your behind me
your arms wrapped around me
bliss
I scoop back and into you
press my ass back against your hips
imagine your lips
on my neck
wrecked
and you notice
I quiver
a message delivered
no words
you close in more
and we just stay like that a while
as one
a place where something is stirring
seeding
my heart starts whirring
my heat starts burning
my mind is yearning
with what I want to do to you
how I want to to make you feel
how I want to help you heal
how there’s no deal
just what’s real
a right here, right now
a solemn vow
to turn up fully
and I feel like I might burn up
in the glow of it
of you
its FIRE
next level desire
the sort that only love makes
the sort that shakes
someone by the shoulders
and blasts the excess out
—————
liminal longing
————-
it makes me want to slide and ride you
bite and grind too
like the ultimate gift
a knowing that if we drift
it won’t be for long because
I belong
scooped into you
your hands round my ass
and down my thighs
kissing me as I rise
I look over my shoulder at you
your eyes
you took me with your eyes
long before
we fucked or lied
which is what made me
love you
not your eyes
the audacity of you
you were free
like a run away train
and I felt it
and knew you were mine
that it was time
I had hope
you write like a bullet too
high speed
lazer focussed
as you slow and slide into me,
I cry out
no doubt
it’s never felt this good
but I knew it would
to feel you inside me
throbbing hot hard
holy
we dance
then spoons again
merged together
in sync forever
in some way some dimension
soul bound
lost and found
every drive down onto you
telling you, showing you
there’s no coincidence
just fractal patterns
primal
spirit and animal
carnal
and so very
US
Vianne doesn't choose between opposites. She weaves them.
Primal and spiritual. Speed and stillness. Gaze and touch. Train and track.
"You took me with your eyes…long before we fucked or lied."
What Vianne's poem gave me was poetry…and a worldview.
The poem moves like a train — fast, rhythmic, relentless…but it stops at stations. It accelerates and decelerates. It is both the train and the track.
And the two characters? They trade places. Sometimes he's the runaway train, she's the track. Sometimes she rides him, looks over her shoulder, controls the gaze.
A dance.
"Primal…spirit and animal…carnal…and so very US."
Maybe a statement about a relationship. Or a statement about existence.
Only Vianne knows the answer.
Duell
We talked about the finish, and this has a finish but it doesn't...it's a beginning with a future and it's clear throughout the write that future is passionate and bright. Great work, Vianne! <3<3