It is when, the early moments, eyes still heavy with dreams,
focus upon the physical, wood frame reaching walls,
the mind in slow motion begins a greeting,
a notice, a painting, ties, the dresser is a haven,
in morning wonder he does ask forgiveness in absent mind.
Roll onto his back and sense another,
yet the isolation is familiar, a partner in animosity,
tender in notion, until reality again suggests a fatal flaw,
not dangerous, only a sadness that has long ago manifested
the linens that prevail to simply cover sleeping bodies,
morning wonder now has eyes on spattered ceiling.
A fan rolls smooth, winds with purpose, reminds fantasy,
if we focus on only the shadows of rotation,
if only for a moment,
imagine siesta in a warm climate,
the fan offering reprieve from scorching heat,
yet this one is cosmetic in northern wood.
Stretch his body, know that soon a waking reminder,
the day ahead, the tasks so yearned,
lay back on his side, tucking an arm underneath,
look out to the wall and imagine
her eyes, waking to find his own.
Oh, if that moment could be right now.
With each breath, a morning stir, reminder
There lies ahead memory asunder.
Oh to feel arms embrace, to search, this touch
When eyes closed, the visual ne’er too much.
Shy toss her brow, a romantic tell, recall
Smile sweet with pensive, yet resonate wall.
Always deep inside the fuse awaits fire
A moment’s glance is all the need inspire.
These are forevers my mind will now choose,
Taste your skin magic a mystique lips peruse
While hours will blend toward immediacy
Heart in tear mix passionate legacy.
While wish to have repeat, hold you near me,
In shelter will speak freedom – love I see.
First eyes in shadow
Wonder is mellow
imagine the moment
when all worry is still
ruminate notions quieted
we wander our soul a free man.
Pass through lives of knowledge
dinner tables in reunion
recall sage words of an elder
recognize her beauty a model
now wonder again in silence
is mourning simply a ruse
In this mystique her elegance
the fantasy of my dreams
alive in sweet dream state apart.
the essence of touch my yearn,
a kiss a gasp a thrill in eye
Silent shadows supine love recall.
that we desire
if while sun rise could
give ourselves to routine,
allow the moment
beyond any lament
serene imagination pristine.
If when I imagine you sweet,
shuddered eyes, near sleep
if when fingertips sweep,
naked skin, night shadows complete.
Might how her passionate embrace
suggest we create
a new travel, without debate.
Could we an emotional race
begin, bodies feel, sensual release
a build to love, to console,
to know our lives could be whole
if we knew spontaneity is peace.
ease, casual, taste –
shudder; sweet face,
I wake to parted lips,
eyes in delicious design
yearning to be touched,
while the fog of sleep evades,
I wake to the notion of you,
taste me with your beauty,
as if I have only encountered your sensuality,
for the first time,
I wake to this,
and in my hand I will hold promise,
for that nature of your enticement,
I will desire
always to enhance with methodical mention,
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If I close my eyes, travel I will
across horizons to a visual sea
nearby sunlight will let me see
beauty rise in eyes so still
her world around is asleep while
notions perhaps beg for response
lying within her own personal chance,
a mystique in sensuality will while
away morning minutes, where all
measure is beauty in her space,
in manner of delight, sweet pace;
whispers across ceilings so tall
makes allowance for her senses.
Awaken to a cool morning sunrise,
sweet golden skin accentuates eyes
closed to enhance her stir, gasps intense …
safe, secure with only quiet release
offers elegance, her own form in peace.
allow her grace to be heard,
a soft whisper of movement,
a hand upon a naked hip,
allow his eyes to watch
when fingertips play her skin,
rounding her buttocks with simple tease
allow the silk to slide away from shoulders
his lips begin to play
a harmony upon an upper arm
arm slides back to open breasts
allow a further draw of hand
to inner thighs that release
her center so his eyes might
tease the beauty he wishes
allow his lips to move further
to capture a naked nipple
waiting and yearning,
a tongue draws circles
allow his roving hand to find center
without warning to begin, draw new circles
a gasp, his fingers enters her world swift,
his eyes look for hers as he begins,
she smiles …
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