he would spend his time explaining,
she might smile,
he might wish her eyes were dreaming,
she would let him know.
he could wish her happiness,
she would tell him,
he would breathe a deep sigh,
she would love him.
A sweet morning sunlight,
skies spectacular in romantic drifts,
hands that touch with a certain need.
By the rail of the public dock,
he pulled her close,
she let lips caress his,
their hands began a celebration.
This was his need,
she did offer love,
he would believe
she could feel loved.
Their passion furthered
in the long grass,
a shadowed sunlight
under a naked tree.
Here was their kiss,
a long and enduring time,
she did suggest tone,
he followed a direction known.
Oh to run fingertips along the fabric of her caress,
inside a world he could desire, perhaps he might know.
I stood in line waiting for an answer,
same place, different time, always laughter.
I would wait forever I heard her say,
He looked at her indeed, in a similar way.
What about the now, do you remember this
part of our lives that society suggests a hiss.
I want to hold you near me through the night
so that she could feel his love is truly right.
When does tomorrow ever arrive she asked,
his response holding the reality so unmasked.
If I reach out and touch you now, a shoulder
might help remind our hearts simplify older.
Fasten your grip upon my soul he suggested,
while curiosity remained, she was invested.
Would I if could hold this moment now forever,
once again, the touch, shoulder peeks sweater.
Oh inside this dream I have felt your love true
Oh, the yearn to reach inside, touch, Grace in you.
We didn’t plan this,
words familiar to the ideal,
two lives in separate worlds,
a correspondence, a fire,
a reasonable time to remember,
is all we suddenly recall,
when tonight, we wander,
separate minds in a similar spell.
Fantasy alone brings wild results,
a yearn for reality
make allowance for time,
a touch, a soft gentle caress,
a swift imagination would become,
that certain urgency to know,
to feel eyes upon eyes,
lips to taste the nectar
a careful abandon,
When last I held you close,
we did a passionate dance,
your breath heavy, gasps apparent,
did we play the night for the longer minutes,
when both our bodies felt the need,
to find more time.
We would with just a trace,
skin alive in a sudden fury,
could we travel the miles
in caution a moan, might my desire
ever seek taste in the serene atmosphere,
of only your sweet sensuality.
We can each time reinvent
in the privacy of our trepidation,
open doors to wander,
inside the lives
where in a delicious motion,
our bodies, our needs, do meet,
do reach levels.
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,
It’s about when running wands across valleys
only the travel of sweet, damp skin
It’s about when a man may feel rise in need
only when laying nearby nature
It’s about when a skilled hand may hold center
feeling an internal wrath release
It’s about when hungry mouths can taste each other
sweet sugar of forbidden nectar
it’s about when we might finally encounter
our own deep thrusts, helpless
to our desire.
It’s about when later in the twilight of night,
I will wake up to your eyes,
we begin again.
We do search our soul
a constant desire to know
how might we escape drudgery,
what lies ahead in mystery.
I know as I sit before you
when anytime out of the blue,
I want to depart to simply vanish
without any indication outlandish.
Yet I do remain in that soulful
state of mind I try to fulfill
with memories of you and our time
a sojourn of passion we might cimb
when the moment suggests it is now
when our lives need a start and how
far can you take me, to when,
where will we land together again.
I want to with you find that place,
the many avenues that will replace
the sudden shock I feel when wound
inside tattered remnants, poorly bound.
Let me feel the clear love of your grace
that part of beauty I no longer need chase,
yet, please allow my heart its own release
before departure again takes my peace.
When we would lay with each other,
bodies moving just to feel one another
when days would run together
when I’d sweep bangs from your forehead,
to see your eyes,
when they would smile
when then I would breathe,
when you would kiss me on my shoulder,
so sweet and mysterious
when while your eyes were hidden,
I wouldn’t see your tears.