Once When While
Once my world mastered travel,
my lips a vehicle, gasps unravel
limbs that wish only to be within
your spell, a natural rite of her.
I would dance while move she could
to reach the depths my tongue,
a fingertip might first find damp
truth to the sexual lore of her eyes.
Might it be then what shatters a dream
to lose our love, the sweet breeze of a
water we possess, wish to give love
though around us everywhere we can see
a function of our society is to be repressed.
because we choose to want, to need, desire
the beauty of Man in the form or her elegance.
When might I have … for the slightest while
Wild is a certain struggle to understand dynamic,
to find peace in one another’s arm,
that embrace when genuine desire is aloft
we grow with passion, my lips upon you,
your hands around me, and our rhythm then
becomes the nature of our creature bound need,
though we do want again, always the nectar
of beauty awaits my touch, her release, desire.
is it that the simple nature of desire become a fraud
when seen in the eye of the church I cannot ever rest.