My heart hammers in my chest
Building a tempo with each rise and fall
Of her hips, her pelvis, as she grinds into me.
I hold tightly to her waist with sure hands as she rides me,
The silky feel of each drop from her velvety depths sliding
Gradually down over my inner thighs and I die
A little more from the want of her.
Each moan, each sultry word of passion
Falls upon my thirsty ears and it is all I can do not to
Roll her over in one fluid motion and take her hard and fast.
As the rhythm increases and her actions become more frenzied
She opens her eyes, wild and glassy, and breathes my name,
Falling upon me, sealing my final death with a kiss.
If my presence in your life
makes you unhappy, I shall go.
If what I can offer seems
less than you need, I will stop.
If my pain seems too much to bear,
my heart too shattered to hold,
I shall leave like a shadow in the darkness,
never more to bask in sunlight of your smile.
If your answer be 'yes',
I shall mourn the loss of your sweet face
and try to console myself with the truth
that I loved you well with all that I could.
And I would die a little more each day
knowing that even Death's embrace held
no hope for eternity in your arms.
Tears and fears and angel dust
Will fall upon us as they must
But we must never, ever try
To turn our face and so deny
For each lesson that we learn
Sears our wounds, oh but the burn
We rail and cry and push away
Deny His council on that day
And then forever walk alone
Seal up our hearts just like his tomb
But the path, the light, the way
Open, waiting, formless clay
Is ours to hold so very close
Accepting all without remorse
People walk slowly, their backs hunched
Against the cold hard stares of the soldiers.
They carry small bundles, remnants of
Their mean little lives lived in hatred.
A woman watches as her son is cuffed
As he passes by the sneering group
Of men who's only pleasure in this life
Seems to be derived from the pain and
Sorrow they can inflict during the
Continuing bouts of ethnic cleansing.
She watches the set to his shoulders
And knows in her heart, all the dreams
For his future are lost as the cycle of
Hatred continues, never ending.
Her tears fall silently into the dust,
Leaving small glistening jewels
Where hope's greenery may take hold.
Growing up with ears that heard what others didn't
I was always moving to a rhythm that played in my mind.
I moved with steps so intricate and convoluted that
I could never hope to share it with a partner.
The life l lead was lived inside a bubble within a bubble,
Forever shielded from others that shared my dance;
My self imposed solitude accentuating the dichotomy
Of my existence, each side at odds with the other.
As I increased my knowledge, learning both love and desire
I began to see the steps needed to develop my skills,
Thereby expanding my own universe until finally
Those partners l longed to touch could build upon my
Dance steps and show me l was no longer alone.
I bear the bruises of such encounters proudly for l know
That there is one special person
Who shares my boundless curiosity,
My imperceptible differences,
Waiting for me, her eyes bright with anticipation.
My soul yearns for wholeness, to be encompassed once again
In the timeless embrace only fusion can bring.
Until then I keep dancing, learning through interaction that
Which will bring me closer to her sphere of influence.
Dancing as fast as I can.
The whispering of her soul upon my body
Makes my existence more profound
And our desire more precious.
Her radiance fortifies me
And all l shall ever want is
To savor her embrace
Under the sheltering skies
Of our love.
when fires burn bright
their taunting embers
sear the night
with ardent fingers
that screams with
that rent and bleed
they hold my dreams
until l ache
and so I live
my life and wait
knowing that my
pain shall be
her loving me.
My lips move slowly over pliant flesh,
Causing nerves to twitch
Beneath the surface,
Tantalizing my senses.
Nibbling along the swell of her breast
The pert and puckered flesh of a dusky bud
Hardens at my touch
As it dances along the tip of my tongue.
The promise of her throaty moan
Infuses me with ardor,
Urging me on to nether places
Where moist tissues beckon.
My tongue moves slowly over silken curls
Inciting goose flesh to raise
Along my heated skin.
I lie pillowed against her mons,
Reveling in the scent
That rises to fill my mind.
The sweet essence of her being
Eclipses any savory delight
Under heaven and earth,
Making me drunk with its
I melt in her embrace,
Reeling from the bliss
Of our commingling.
Never sated, never assuaged;
Content to forever
Burn with my desire.
Every day I awaken,
Hoping for a productive day;
My fertile imagination already
Taking me to places I need to be.
As I wrap myself inside
The cocoon of words and images,
I'm painfully aware that
My two realities don't mesh;
I've lived a life incomplete.
The passions I feel,
The needs as yet unfulfilled
Urge me onward, in search
Of the life I was born to,
Thereby allowing fact and fiction,
Cyber and reality,
To become one;
Unfettered and alive.
Unwind the tension in your shoulders
Abide with me awhile.
Our shoulders brushing softly,
I won't flinch at your touch;
I won't think you're inhuman;
I won't see you as a sexual predator.
Look into my eyes.
What do you see?
Half of what you are is
All of me.
'I love you and you love me'
The respect we feel: universally
Is in my head, intangible
We hide too much behind the wall
Sharing things that make us real
Can surely help the way we feel
But still inside there lies the fear
To be so close, and oh so near
I see the way you treat yourself
Emotions way up on a shelf
Afraid to touch, afraid to see
That you are very much like me
So we type the 'l love you's'
And think we're paid up with our dues
Living in quiet desperation
Surrounded by our desolation
Watching as the horror rises
Daily sins no more surprise us
'l hate you and you hate me'
Is spoken with civility
The anger grows, it knows no bounds
We studiously ignore the sounds
The petty crimes insidiously
Pervading life so willingly
Despondency springs up in schools
Where violence seems to be the rule
And still we hold the world at bay
Let isolation pay our way
Instead of reaching out with care
Respecting life within the glare
Of such enormous obstacles
Silence becomes a receptacle
In which to hide our hopes away
For that time, we hope and pray
When how l look and who l love
Won't define and be enough
To hurt and kill and maim with ease
And the rage in us will be appeased
Fingers running thru fallow fields,
Teasing at sweet nectar
Untouched and e'er
Probing soft and dainty
Silken folds, tender
To eye and touch.
Sweet alabaster thighs
Nestled on shoulders
Straining with want and need;
Fingertips fluttering like
Butterflies against buttressed
Gates not yet breached.
With lamenting cry for those
Times when fluent mastery
Of cunning skills
Were not employed,
Her mouth stretched wide
As I impart
That most wondrous
Blue eyes tracking green;
Lips parting with anticipation;
Hands on your shoulders,
fingertips at my waist;
Foreheads touching, eyes sparkling;
a grin spreads across my face.
Bending down, captured by your scent;
Slowly kissing your mouth;
Feeling your arms tighten around me.
My world is a narrow moment in time
With you as my focus.