My Red-Painted Fingernail by Marlayna Fire

My Red-Painted Fingernail

Standing in the hallway, my fingernail draws a line down his chest and I feel him shiver. “You’re teasing,” he says. “I am,” I reply, loving every moment. “Almost cruel,” he says, “stringing me along.” “I know,” I respond. “But know you will get the pay off.” “What do you mean?” he asks. “I mean … Read more

The Enjoyment

The Enjoyment

Ye Gods! The raptures of that night!What fierce convulsions of delight!How in each other’s arms involv’dWe lay confounded, and dissolved!Bodies mingling, sexes blending,Which should most be lost contending,Darting fierce and flaming kisses,Plunging into boundless blisses;Our bodies, and our souls on fire.Tost by a tempest of Desire;Till with utmost fury driven,Down, as once, we sunk to … Read more

Goddess Emerging by Marlayna Fire

Goddess Emerging

When I allow myself the opportunity to connect with my Him, with the best of me engaged across the entire energetic continuum of self, I allow the inherent divine spark that is me to emerge and express and connect. As the feminine expression of the divine in this way and in this moment, I am, … Read more

Wild Nights

Wild Nights

Wild nights – Wild nights!Were I with theeWild nights should beOur luxury! Futile – the winds –To a Heart in port –Done with the Compass –Done with the Chart! Rowing in Eden –Ah – the Sea!Might I but moor – tonight –In thee!Emily Dickinson

A Soft Kiss by Marlayna Fire

A Soft Kiss

I feel a cool pulse of breath on my neck as the breeze lifts my hair.My body shivers and I feel a gentle hand squeezing my shoulder.A soft kiss on my neck sends a warm sizzle down my body.I look around and find no one close.I turn back towards my future launching pad.“Dear one, I … Read more

The Uncontrollable

The Uncontrollable

Sexual passion is not controllable – it rules us. It is no respecter of consequences, which is shy it is so often tragic and the stuff of which great poetry is made.Thrones fall down like ninepins before it: we will pay any price, however high.In Tennyson’s magnificent retelling of the Arthurian legend, Idylls of the … Read more

His Hand by Marlayna Fire

His Hand

His hand is light and firm.Clearly there, but never in a pestering manner.He usually touches just for a moment.A graze.A reassurance.Sometimes to communicate the direction, sometimes to indicate he is listening and understands and doesn’t want to interrupt.At other times, his hand encourages me to continue or to take care.Mostly his hand is a subtle … Read more

Spirit and Fire

Spirit and Fire

Spirit may be fire, or breath, or marrow, or semen, or all four simultaneously.It may be a ghost, animating the machine of the body, or a purified form of that body.It may be an illusion, or the product of illusion, or the only true reality.The most common representative of the spirit is as light, and … Read more

May I Join You by Marlayna Fire

May I Join You

“May I join you?” I ask. “You’re reading one of my favorites.”She carefully places her bookmark and lays the book on the table next to the other books.She takes me in again and I become even more aware of her amazing deep brown eyes.Almost like she is reading my mind, I watch a question form … Read more

Life is Movement

Life is Movement

The great Goddess of life was also the harbinger of death.Life is movement, change, and for change to be possible there must be loss and gain.This motif is beautifully capture in the myth of God Shiva’s cosmic dance.However, long before this male deity reached supremacy in the Hindu pantheon, the life-and-death cycle was intimately associated … Read more