My latest poem. Poetry is my art – each verse a quiet unfolding of spirit and feeling…an exploration of language rather than a personal invitation.
With that said, may these lines linger with you for a moment, as all true poetry does.
Sacred Surrender
Don’t kneel…
You already know where your mouth belongs.
I have no need for your confessions…
Only the quiet devotion of your touch.
Your thirst is dangerous enough
to make angels forget their heaven.
Your hunger so fierce
even hell trembles with envy.
Trace me slowly…
Trace me as if you own my soul
as though my body is a secret map
and your hands the only ones
who know how to read it.
What burns in me is not a wound
but a flower opening in the dark…
its petals warm and restless…
waiting for your night
to drink the music rising from my skin.
You breathe me in like forbidden incense
drunk with the scent of heat and surrender
while your lips wander over the soft hills of my body
as though discovering a country
that was always meant to be yours.
Each breath you steal from me…
each gasp that trembles loose from my lips
becomes a small absolution.
ecstasy wrapped in molten light…
folding me into the warmth of your desire.
And when my name spills from your mouth
slow at first…
then breaking…
your body shivers like flame
caught between longing and fire.
You call for salvation
with the fever of a man already lost.
But you know the truth…
I am the prayer you hide in the dark
the one you whisper only with your body.
Our bodies become a trembling garden
in the warm hush of night
where desire opens its eyes
and finally learns to breathe.
~Sofia E. Falcone ~
March 9th, 2026
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