Slow passage of time

Pain blooms in nerve endings
in joints
pressure and sensation
wake
unfolding out
dance slow cheek to cheek
ephemeral sensation birthing fires that bring heat to flesh
lips press in
half parted
first taste hinting strawberry
memories wander
notes bursting out of skin
breaking free to sing
pulse quickens
arms encircle
hold as in in mind
forever

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

Summer days

The heat shimmers
Sundrenched waves rising from melting asphalt
Anger flares created and quenched
Like a match in near vacuum
The city sleeps as night
Cough syrup slow
Saunters down
Oppressive beat of sun gives way
To the warm embrace of night
Welcome, languid
A sauna composed of sky and moon and 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

Negative space

I miss the touch of your hands, even though they were only words
Only imagined
I miss the hot breathe of you against my neck, though only syllables marked your passage
I miss your moans, your cries of Sir, though simple pixels held in array
I miss you even though we never were

Reverie

Delicate counterweight spin
Drunk on the power of your pleasure
No innocence in this sin
Consume you in full measure
Flaws like scars perceive
Tracery writ across skin
In safeties guise deceive
Distinct, alive with passion
Sink heat through muscle to bone
All doubts have found to flown
And only we remain

Reveal yourself, so that I may

I look into your eyes, giving you my soul
I take fierce possession of your mouth with mine. Hand to the back of your neck while my other grasps your hand our fingers intertwined. I growl my desire. Every inch of my skin burns to touch yours. To revel in your pleasure, waiting for the sweet moment when you say yes. I undress you slowly. Each button, each clasp revealing more of you. I hold your eyes as I stroke and kiss every inch. I’m ready, but I go slow. I write poetry with my fingers and tongue on your skin. Tell me about your day, I need to hear you while my eyes and hand and mouth, taste and touch and drink every square centimeter of you. Of my temple. I worship. The jasmine earth of your taste, golden nectar. This and a thousand other pleasures, fills my mind.

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.

Synapse snap

Light shimmers to the beating of my heart
Falling so hard, falling so fast that the crash is like surfacing instead of stopping

Take harsh deep breathes
Feel every receptor, every nerve
Cold and on fire at the same time
Bathe in Quiescence
The semblance of normal

The flirtation that sparks the flame
Only this feeling, being connected, being needed, being loved
Only this feeling gets me moving, my blood pumping
Just to sit around and compose my words to the great expanse

This journey through a sky made full by storm
A heart made full by beating
The shimmers of blood pulsing through eyes

Chrysanthemum

Where do you go, where the wild blooms grow?
And the sky is so sad with gray.
Lend me your lips that I may know bliss,
Until the thunder washes us away