When given license to explore
regions a man may only imagine,
when allowance a fingertip
might cause an unraveling passion,
there is little need for explanation,
only the source is a lovely fluid
motion, gives the senses reason
to entice that aspect of humanity,
will explosions enhance our climax.
There is a vague reality in the distinction
between love and sex. Where one
decides a motive is a self-driven
journey, another wishes only pleasure
to manifest itself in the eyes of a lover.
It is that deep delight when cast upon
our actions, when a touch, a twirl,
a slow methodical insertion can wake
that nirvana is delightful in presence.
Would that we might repeat ourselves
again, yes, once more, please, again, a
twilight response to evening’s reason.
Would that her desire begin to move,
as he himself feels this energy untapped.
Again, again, again, rest, taste, touch, breathe
a gasp will be suggestive in her eyes, his
draw to bring alive a new utterance,
a kiss, lips, alive we wish, please … again.
I know that after love making, I feel you pull me inside,
our helpless, sated bodies intertwined,
I know it is there I understand love,
when I can fall inside your eyes.
While the world around me exists in balance,
my mind is with you, searching, always yearning,
it is then I feel alive, when connected,
I always want to feel alive.
Inside a memory, I feel your body in every sensation,
touching, fresh scent, hearing gasps, see, tasting tears
for it is then I know,
when our hearts beat in unison, our words remember.
Then while the storm continues, the separation apparent,
I watch for any indication your presence
might offer the moment, to light up night stars,
to carry me beyond this dream toward a reality.
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.
There is a privacy,
a certain delicious manner,
when in our quiet moment,
our eyes do glaze in realizing passion,
in recreating a pleasure,
a certain abundant nature of reaching.
We do reach when we are together,
gives me her center,
I would search forever,
to find a way to bring delicious pleasure,
to a moment when eyes closed,
the world drifts in private assurances.
Yes, let’s take chances,
so that your lips will find mine,
eyes tear in unison,
we do know …
oh to understand there is more,
always the year remains,
to touch, feel, breathe, to count upon,
having your heart in my hands,
to each, we seek in privacy,
the elegance of soul.
That moment, those eyes,
the times, hours, recall
every breath, each gasp,
the quiet interlude that breathes
well beyond the sated pleasure
of her, matching my own arousal,
when our bodies could caress
each other’s desire,
like maps that tell a tale,
one adventure after another,
a summer day, a winter frost,
every aspect of my mind,
returns to the touch, the skin,
the alive nature of her hands,
my lips, her hair, my desire,
her elegance, my male need,
each recall a lovely mystique,
oh I will recall each time your
eyes did light on fire
while we could find, we met
our love, our desire, our wish,
our privacy while satisfied,
ah, your center is my reach.
The few times,
each waking suspension
when time suggests
ours is this
Eyes smile the know,
to starting again,
the heat, a fire, an ignite me
soft to explore
to start to test to taste
know the shudder
is expression well beyond passion
more simply peace,
a grateful delight in sharing
connection, embrace, desire, need,
It is a need that suddenly overwhelms
sun peeking through to recall
yet for now,
we do begin
Smile, eyes, hands –
show me where!
In the quiet, a sexy shade of sensuality,
I would move to feel, to grace your skin,
gather near to offer me your beauty,
a gasp, a smile, eyes that yearn,
it is this memory, when with you I yearn.
I remember the slow rhythm of finding lips,
our nuzzle, slow and deliberate, knowing
we can be here forever before we even begin.
While time a continuum outside our private world,
we will create a delicious passion together.
Do you know how often I revisit the secrecy,
the lust, the rhythmic reach to find your eyes,
to know the casting shadows tell the tale,
a writhing, your center, an open journey
whereby all sound will fall within now dreams.
Oh to now hold the moment when an utterance,
means come along with me, my pleasure is yours.