When first I sat down in my morning wonder,
I think about place, and reason why,
glance to a man-made water flow in blue sky,
a forest green fills the world far beyond eye.
It is immediate always she can become my
central focus on a beautiful morning in July.
I can easily recall a time I might cry,
yet for now, sweet muse, does mind wander.
I took a picture as a way to describe this
silent peace, music sheltering the natural wave
of city traffic blends a natural green vision,
of Nature’s wonder in yet man-made design.
His search a quiet state of mind, savor the breeze
For in glance I realize why in sky I cry with ease.
Is a calm, when sweep naked skin,
A summer day, oh, a lovely breeze,
When she strolls slow naked skin.
The leaves have a gentle sort of tease,
When whispers suggest we are alone.
I can breathe again, in knowing her
Dreams caress such intrigue is shown.
In looking in eyes express together,
A desire only matters if in serenity
We can pass through sunlit fires
In resilient storm echo sanity.
To know the beauty Nature aspires.
Something lovely in a gale of summer,
Leaves exist cause any I to wonder.
When wet our bodies land,
touch the sky with open hand,
of love-making has had its fury,
and now there is rest,
is when while in your arms I feel your passion,
your eyes in mine, my mind is yours,
when quiet and stealth,
an open window is a breeze on a hot summer day,
enough to chill naked desire,
eyes alive, and we will again build our fury,
to rest again …
Whisper my name,
in the heat of a splendid afternoon,
move your body against the leather,
feel it stick, holding onto you,
not wanting to let you go …
but you know it will when you begin to,
Just resting between your breasts,
the trails begin, slow build of a liquid release.
Whisper my name,
while my lips follow the trail
alway teasing it back between aching breasts,
more wet with each motion,
my lips, tongue, trailing the water,
skin radiating in the hot summer sun,
skin sticking to the crisp clean leather.
skin waiting to be thrust into motion.
Don’t move it yet, just let it run along your sides,
starting to pool between naked skin and soft leather,
cold only for that moment, as I move it again.
Whisper my name,
while my lips turn to mouth, cheeks, face
sweeping the wetness between supple breasts,
arching need to feel a slow wisp of air across a nipple.
Icy water now hot with the passion’s tempo,
lovely fog, forgetting about every moment before,
now taste traveling that last run of water,
mingling a cascade along your body,
and then you feel the waves,
cool drips in sweet valley leading to …
well if we begin there the ice just melts.
I told you that before we ever began,
we’ll do it again because any time I touch you
the ice melts.
I do listen to notions,
in memory my life can travel with
a certain cadence,
skin soft sweet sensual,
while my mind imagines, playful
delicious, erotic, perhaps a mind-blowing
yet I can decide how intense the moment,
I might choose to delve further,
or sleep with the peace of novelty in mind.
I might sip my wine to taste the pleasure,
of his lips when engaged with my own,
while his hands become the linens
those luxuries that tease my legs, my naked breasts,
my chilled shoulders that dance to the breeze,
soft raindrops cool my quiet journey.
I sip my wine, and imagine more,
eyes flutter shut a moment, while I sense warmth,
a magic need to touch, or perhaps enhance,
with resolute will to simply allow the moment
to remain in my mind.
Mmm, as the rains play their music outside,
the breeze now swift allows the fabric caress nipples
that rise before my eyes … I could reach,
i could touch, I do smile,
and sip the last of my wine …
In midnight’s aura,
sweet breeze of spring air,
your fingertips, my hair,
we are that aura
I met your eyes
one summer night
the courage I might
ask you without why’s
In midnight’s mystique
I reach for your beauty,
only the strength of security,
allows my touch to speak
We do alone together
gasps of delight we share
I once looked, hadn’t dare
yet tonight there is no whether.
tis delight to fingertip
the edges of your blouse
to slide my world arouse
my tongue breast’s tip
this motion of passion
our unbridled entanglement
in spring’s moisture lament
would I with you to fashion.
I am at peace tonight,
as stars begin to settle
skies bring me no mettle
yet only that then we might …
a memory, a distant fog to gleam
might sooner have you in my dream
Drifting inside a magical sunlight
where all of our energy does speak
to the beauty of our essential need
we do wish for imaginable desires.
I wait in the quiet breeze of morning,
watching the storm roll in slow,
slide through horizons distant with need,
imagine the tempest ahead in my eyes,
not there yet, only feeling that soft tease
of a quiet lull while around the leaves moist
begin to give off a sense of natural release.
I do enjoy laying with you feeling the rain
as wet reminders of a kiss in waves
closer now, we ready our found urgency,
no panic, just a gradual adulation, touching
every nerve that needs to come alive,
begins to rise like a zephyr; feel me,
as my lips will dress your skin with squalls
of need, I want only to know your gasps
as each time my tongue connects,
it is the lightning coming forth … that breeze
sweeps across my skin like the arousal
of my eyes, when I notice you in the sunlight,
legs streaking to your center that place
the sun’s eyes bring alive, while waiting, wanting
the tempest to come in and free us all of the panic,
that delicious response to an utter climax
windswept, tree limbs sway, our bodies move
inside a magical dream of tender angst,
yes, it is, yes, so special, inside of you,
yes, the storm, the gentle angst becomes my lips,
your eyes, our bodies, reach for the sky.