Slow smile

Face this wild abandon
this hedonistic pledge
this drifting cloud round red
us and dripping sweat
kneel and be mastered as you’ve mastered my heart
playing little games
but it all comes down to us
little pleasure games
bound up in lust
something lurking in the back
this drive
this need
this frozen kiss
lips only ever for you
I’m only ever for you

Just a little game

want you by my side
holding hands
sitting in booths
hand under dress
playing
Watching you fighting to not gasp
to not moan
fingers slick
right to the edge
Pull out
I lick my fingers
savoring the taste of you
hand in hand to the bathroom
leaning in
whisper
I need you to cum. Will you cum for me?

Cha’trez

The second hand rasps by, *shoosh, click. shoosh, click.* Time passing without your hands on my back, without the soft scrape of nails causing shudders. The hot wet of your tongue against my spine.
The minute hand clacks into place.
Shocking from the dream of you

Adrift of snow

These shadow hours that pass on by
Hold unreal, uncertain
For want of words
Of lips
Of touch
This errant thought, an errant dream
Shifting in the firelight

After

I don’t have a poem.
I just have a desire.
To hold and to touch.
Be with me, we’ll be like breathing.
Easy and absolutely necessary.

Maybe…

Wanting you all the time
Needing to taste your body and your mind
Wanting your stories
And the look on your face as you lose yourself to pleasure
Needing to feel your skin whenever
And to hear your thoughts on Pablo Neruda
Wanting your voice to talk with confidence about everything in your world, including me
Maybe I’m selfish
Maybe I want too much

Every moment of every day

desire for you consumes,
a flame bitter and cold,
need raging across nerve endings,
need for your touch, your voice, your words,
crawl to me,
rest your head on my thigh,
taste your mouth,
teasing your body,
looking into your eyes, kindling flame,
in pleasures ragged and painful, hold you to me,
my hands and tongue exploring every inch,
knowing and needing,
your soft whimpers,
the feel of your body around mine,
tight with desire,
scream startling neighbors,
make you mine,
again and again until we dissolve in pools of sweat,
never stop making love to you, even when our bodies fail us,
whisper my desires, future plans,
taut with greed for you,
all that you are,
there is nothing of you I do not worship,

My Miss

I would rather be near you than be far
To be inside you, exploring the world
To feel you around me, to press fingers and tongue
I need to be inside, to share as much space as possible
to feel your heat, for you to feel mine
this need, this desire, to mark you as mine
to demonstrate to the world that you are free
but
This physical expression is just that
if it is not to be
then I know my thoughts will be curled in your mind
teasing you with the possibility of this life
That there is someone who wants you in ways you can only imagine
who needs you in ways you’ve never dreamed possible
who would delight in your freedom to persue your desires
and help you reach as far as you need to.

Second sun

burn with need of you
my every cell vibrating
your words set my molecules to spinning
seconds from becoming a new sun

Detente

A lifetime of words spill out
Hearts blood on the page
Desire, want, and need
Logic and emotions in sync
Ruled by nought but the moment
The moment and you
A world of spun glass and long stemmed rose whips
Screams and whimpers
Ecstasy and agony and the float
Feel my flesh, know that I am real
Ask and it will be done