It is when the pain becomes so unbearable,
when the hope is gone,
when even waiting and having faith,
seem to be a ludicrous option.
When the knowledge of what is real and fantasy
do blur themselves,
so that there is no edge,
it just runs open for miles into the country,
where no one might ever find it again.
There is a comfort in understanding the country life,
it is a sweet simplicity,
not meant to be ignored,
only certainty allows its existence
to become a natural course of one’s life,
their hope and dreams,
the uncanny ability to know peace.
There would also seem to be a purpose,
a reason to live,
because there are no obstacles,
when we can walk freely in the wood,
to drift into the sheltered brush of the country,
a place where nature begins,
and let’s everyone return.
in that moment,
when I might know,
advances were of an innocent nature,
she cried inside,
not letting me ever see her pain,
yet I was the bewildered one,
now with a stain,
a lasting impression,
I would carry with me forever.
I suppose it is that patriarchal significance,
self-assured and callous,
anticipating the world to be our measure
yet in that quiet memory,
I do recall her laughter,
bring us to the top of the mountain,
just the ledge,
the ledge that kept testing balance,
would never have held us both.
In lasting memory,
I always do replay the moments,
and she would later,
have a confusion,
I can only hope would someday
turn a smile.
I settle in to a memory,
it holds faith,
for all the quiet reflection,
when eyes would look far ahead,
see a sunrise within the rains,
those were the moments,
while she would caress my soul,
I might find her smile,
the sweetest reflection of love.
There is a sometime pause,
when we suddenly become
silent in our awareness,
we find measure,
we choose decisive choice,
in an effort to recognize
I chose to fall into visible arms.
Today, when eyes met,
there was this eternal peace,
and together our lives,
will hold onto these rare times,
can speak in actual terms.
They are just now,
as you read the words,
know they pour from my soul,
layers my check,
dresses the faint dampness,
a quiet midnight sky,
would not reveal,
unless it were your eyes,
that I might count on,
your gasp, your love,
to dress my heart,
to show my world,
you exist inside me.
In the quiet, a sexy shade of sensuality,
I would move to feel, to grace your skin,
gather near to offer me your beauty,
a gasp, a smile, eyes that yearn,
it is this memory, when with you I yearn.
I remember the slow rhythm of finding lips,
our nuzzle, slow and deliberate, knowing
we can be here forever before we even begin.
While time a continuum outside our private world,
we will create a delicious passion together.
Do you know how often I revisit the secrecy,
the lust, the rhythmic reach to find your eyes,
to know the casting shadows tell the tale,
a writhing, your center, an open journey
whereby all sound will fall within now dreams.
Oh to now hold the moment when an utterance,
means come along with me, my pleasure is yours.
Would you please if you want to help me
could you for the moment
let your fingertips draw lines
draw circles across the fabric
so you do
come alive before my eyes,
will you send your hand between your legs,
let me watch a tap upon your beauty,
let me wonder while I do become hard
in my own posture,
over here, with my smile,
my eyes seeming to flash in desire,
will you tap your fingertip,
so I might wonder how the pressure,
how much pressure,
how deep does your tap need to press
the denim of your skinny jeans,
whereby if I want to I can imagine all of you is
yes that is where I want you,
allow your legs to part as the heat begins to push
in a sudden moment,
did you mean to do that or was that a show,
for my eyes only
as now the button of your jeans pops,
another pops to reveal your arousal inside your panties,
right there your fingertip now finds a crease,
a reason to press on ,
while your lips part,
tongue suggesting where it might land
on the surface of my hand held desire.
Would you take that walk with me,
might I ever understand how your pleasure is simply marvelous,
beyond the touch I think I know,
I could always learn from you.
Shall we begin tonight?
I still look for you
in every embrace,
each article of clothing
that might enhance her
I try to find you,
her breasts live with pleasure,
inside the garment of silk,
meant to enhance both the eye upon time,
and an internal fire she likes to remain
I would ignite you
in that moment when your buttons came loose,
and eyes gasp in hollow sounds of desire,
a passion when tongue trace,
nipple alive waiting for teeth,
hands stroke hair to pull further inside of your fury
I still look for you to know
when in a moment, I am inside,
we have worked with such a fever
to find our bodies writhing draining sweat,
pouring our loins over one another with hard expression,
we know where we might go,
I still look for you while crossing the street,
I notice you just beyond my reach.