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.
when on a crisp autumn morning,
she wears a favorite sweater,
not for her,
for my eyes,
for she doesn’t care,
she wants to be warm,
where else could I find
such a beautiful storm.
If while the ski hill would buzz,
she could swing by,
with poles in hand,
the rush of her smile,
would bring me to my knees,
to imagine her tucked tight
in garments to always accentuate
she was right,
she was so right.
when the sun that day,
took her legs with me,
through Central Park,
her ass dancing
pretty skin in silks
enough to show me
just where my hands
my own two hands,
where my hands begin.
If we could simply love one another
might we then beg to know
how to preserve such beauty,
the lass with the long braids,
the svelte figure,
the desire to move our world,
the need to simply be,
and let love always be her world
Close your eyes
let your world dive inside
where in a cool afternoon breeze
a sudden chill in knowing how that
might leave you feeling,
flush cheeks as passerby hasn’t any idea
what’s on your mind in the crowded trainstop
or do they
Perhaps your smile might lead him to where you want to be
not with that kindly gentleman,
though his hands in pocket adjusting
holiday package is a rather attractive …
this is your fantasy, not his, back to the moment again,
*photo found on pinterest
When we needed no prompts
accept the pleasure of real,
while all around the humanity
of our day,
continued to be on display.
When ripping your clothes off
created a chuckle of passionate embrace,
when the skin we caressed became heated
in a delicious manner toward reaching that nirvana
we thought about all day until now.
While the world outside continued
with routine ambiance, in here
we began an exploration with tongues and hands,
wet with desire, gasps to instruct us,
time was our own body playful in release.
Then suddenly eyes,
always in the middle of love-making,
that moment, when after strength and urgency
found her every region,
she would turn to me and plead.
In my own agony toward a pleasure’s moment,
I would search inside,
find a way to allow her own confidence
to know what we are about to do,
is truly beautiful in innocence, perilous in mind.
Young stars at our own game,
each of us trying to better the other hand,
to reach a climax might be too soon,
perhaps always an opportunity,
certainly never too late – she does writhe.
Want, this day to last forever,
as now arching our backs in unison,
we feel an internal explosion, a standard,
we come to anticipate,
yet each time we’re led breathless in release.
To share love with you as real as the moment we piece
together in our minds, surely offers a delightful peace.