I can but I won’t
I will stare at a wall,
imagine a different time,
a place, a visual, a soft breeze,
that surreal magic moment,
an escape from my present
speak to me please about
your constant remind.
I do want to
please you again,
while I kiss you,
I want to
you might understand how you feel
delight’s mystique when in my embrace,
a gasp, a telling pleasure,
breathes eternal in your eyes.
I want to feel you,
in a quiet weave,
a rise of oxygen,
allows my body to feel
naked skin stands together
in a pace plays passive
until suddenly take flight,
senses wound around tongues.
Show me while I stand nearby,
how begins this journey to … sigh.
i could want you
I thought about the moment,
seeing how your body could move,
like no other,
at that very moment.
We all do move,
we can all have sinewy graces
that compel our eyes,
were this very moment.
I thought about touching you,
in the moment of course,
when you were a participant,
I didn’t care to have you embrace or ‘
perhaps grasp my own need
in the moment,
I was far more into bringing that pleasure,
to your eyes as my palm played your sensuality,
I wanted far more to hear your gasp
as a taught tongue traversed your internal demon.
I watched as now lost inside of you
your eyes intensified with each thrust
of fantasy that went through my mind,
as when coffee in hand,
you did depart, leaving me in a state,
a lovely wonder,
to know you,
When I said to you,
I don’t know if you understand,
I perhaps might have followed with,
how beautiful you are.
When I look you in the eye,
to realize just the depth of elegance,
you hold in expression,
I simply want to shed tear.
While the world exists around us,
in the quiet of a still wintry night,
I might yet imagine,
the essence of her arousal.
While around me life may capitalize
on adventure handing down,
no apocalypse responds outright,
only natural beauty breathes on.
I would gently kiss your neck
to draw chills from embrace,
to kindly have your strength
release while pulling me inside.
I do wish to recognize you,
in the elegance of your day,
a stunning visual like no one,
might even imagine to play.
please know that my eyes do ponder,
for within there’s a spectacular wonder.
If while you lay patient
a drop of oil
a slow process draw
the notion of arousal
taking over your entire body,
that feeling of skin, that no matter how,
touched, breathed upon,
anywhere on your delicious self,
can react as well as an isolated nipple,
a secular driving tongue on your center,
yet these are oils,
just drops upon your neck
breasts naked in the breeze
untouched while your hands lay upon your side,
for only my mouth will spend hours,
licking the sweet nectar
pours along your lines
that if standing would soon cover
aching bosom …
my mouth asunder
every inch working your delight,
you can feel it to your toes,
that at least is my hope,
from there we will find your
moment, your awesome, remarkable ability
to let your self go, to climax in the simple
tease, taste, taunting nature of
such slender avenue of arousal.
if you close your eyes,
imagine her for a moment,
just as she is,
her body reclines without interruption,
perhaps completely naked,
she is so very attractive,
add a shade of lingerie,
perhaps a grey with a fabric suggestive,
I think now she is attractive
while becomes enticing.
Imagine, eyes still closed,
reclined in that settee that I love,
a dash of sweet lingerie could be anywhere,
yet now it simply is there, mingling with her skin,
that very connection the slide of grey along her naked skin,
will begin to create a sensation.
Gather in your hands a new fabric of silk,
and while her aroused form turns to allow her own resulting pleasure,
his hands drape the silk, let’s color her olive as the fabric
drifts atop the sudden air of novelty to land
across her bodice while open legs create a crevice of soft touch,
glance now at her eyes, she is awakened by this noise,
the sweet inner chaos of specific moves to alight her skin,
then that smile – perhaps a kiss with caramelized lips,
the sort that open her eyes to a certain delicious taste,
the reality of arousal.
Those are when we know,
you holding … me yearning,
we, together, our sweet and always real
in mind and physicality.
You remember right,
waking to touch, me, you,
perhaps, just inside, only for a moment,
then arising patient,
while your hands might rouse my back,
fingernails slow trail wet skin to enlighten me
so subtle to be sure I do realize,
I see first your telling smile,
know then what lies inside our moment while
your hands knead my buttocks, soft tease,
to be sure, I am exploring you,
growing strong in your grasp, delicious.
What we had begun and run with in mad passion,
leaves us sweaty and alive and in each other’s eyes …
napping is delightful within your reach..
firm and guiding, across my shoulders,
the tease of light fingertips trace my sunlight,
eyes closed, I can feel you nearby finally,
when suddenly again, my own hands …
In those times I can lose myself
inside the beauty of your touch, your simple sensuality,
when in a moment, I am immediate,
not to delight in knowing you can bring me home.
when nearby, I will recall that quiet afternoon,
when together we did find our center,
after hours and tribulations,
after wondering if we could, if we need,
or do we want,
we did then,
and knew even more than every time before,
how much we really did want.
I close my eyes, and I can feel your touch,
my eyes are open knowing you are the moment,
when my hands recreate your magic.