wonder where we wander
close enough to
yet just nearby
feel me, feel you,
her, him, each
engaged, erotic, enticing
senses alive feel
I want you to,
yet, wait, I too
want to play,
to imagine just how
A sunny afternoon mix with window pane glitter,
his hand would rest well between her breasts,
the fabric upon sweet skin a tease in her rest
lying back against his chest feels so much better
A nap in slumber he will feel her fingertips slide
then once upon him she does a quiet grasp
if when she wants she might she would, clasp
her hand around his whole, his desire to ride
awakens a mellow smile, their lips now caress,
his free hand moves again taste certain heat
she writhes, grin, a gasp, a stroke, eyes meet
mystique becomes a moment, his hand, her dress
When hands can find beauty in a quiet privacy
perform surreal lover’s rise, only their hands see
I want you to look at me
like you want to want me.
I want you to walk to me,
unbuckle me with your eyes
I want you to slide your hand
inside, while you look at me.
I want you to pull my shirt
apart; with vicious eyes.
I want you to yank my
I want you to yank my jeans
to the floor and grab my hard
grab me hard, bite my chin,
stroke my cock with a vengeance.
I want you to make it clear
I want you to want me!
Would it be a shiver,
indeed, the very touch of your skin,
against mine in the quiet sunset of our lives.
would that all of my desire, my passion,
might respond to your intrigue, lest any reservation,
only sheer sensuality, unbridled to reach so high,
in discretion, we imagine, yet in the public eye,
only mine and yours do we seek more attention.
In mild contrast, we tease each other’s eye,
a sensation of fantasy, a stroll along the telephone wire,
old friends whose mind wild with desire
contain themselves with their own delicious
retreat into a touch, an afterthought,
a conversation with physical response,
yet, together in their own separation,
the safety of climax might reach or may play a song,
long wound in rhythmical pace,
drawing strong the need to become
one with each other
across the world.
To be there
is a remarkable reality.
It would mean, being given
your complete desire,
your eyes when they look in mine,
would say yes.
To be inside of you,
doesn’t simply happen with touch,
with gasps leading to a culmination
of our writhing bodies,
soaked in perspiration while
our desires let us lose ourselves.
To be with you is to know,
that while we were reckless, we were
certainly bringing ourselves to a new horizon,
a surreal place where our physicality
provides an access to our mind’s eye.
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.
I want to talk about you, your reaction,
eyes, lips in a sweet quiver, that gasp,
moment of lost delight where your heart
begins a pace, a wanton release,
a remarkable moment of reckoning.
When I wish to imagine, I feel you,
waves writhing while we begin,
long after the play, the intrigue,
perhaps a long and enduring kiss,
with eyes bright inside our soul,
then collapsing within the intimate
nature of creating such surreal tone.
Yet, let’s go back to the road,
where we do meet together
in ready fashion,
your open waves of comfort
turn wild abandon as we do
together let risk move us beyond
the initial testing ground, perhaps.
We are there now, reaching,
climbing, like a surreal travel
through the rainforest of bliss,
such thoughts that ask freely
let me connect with the nature of you.
Let us please wonder in our gasp.