May 20, 2017

Lost in words

Across the room, he
stands a little in the
distance watching her.

His face detailed
by an emotion that
his mind has not
yet named.

She can feel the warmth
of his stare on her cheek
she looks up and steals
back to his stare.

He barely sees her.. 
It is only desire that
he is registering.

+Actual and Imagined

Turning her gaze openly
to his.. he scans her face
for evidence of truth.

Her longing for him was
less raw than his for her.
his eyes never deserted

He takes her hand in
his and she feels the
supple strength, the
firm possessive
reassurance of his
intentions for her.

-Flushed! .. she raises
her eyes to his, resting
his forehead against hers.

-It is a moment of the
purest intimacy. 

He smiles into her
eyes, then bends his
cheek close to hers
to whisper her senses;

I just want to touch you.
Nothing else. I just want to
know the truth of you.

.. Reclined before him
unseen by anyone,  he lifts
the hem of her dress.

His fingers persistent,
determined against her
flesh..With the power
and sureness of touch
that only true desire
can bring; and She melts
in the exquisite rawness
of his touch.
  . It was like someone
crossing a line..

This is what he longed to know;
the truth of his response to her.
It is this that is the invention
of love.

As he yearns to touch her
once more..


May 13, 2017

Within their world

They undress in silence
each knowing that the most
sacred rituals should be
performed naked.

As they played and kissed, they felt
the world recede, leaving them alone
in their intimate paradise, before the
fire and the moon.

Their play were both intemperate
and incautious, plumbing the depths
of joy and freedom until at last she
threw herself with quivering abandon
into his arms. Enfolding her in his 
arms she felt a heady bond of 
trust and lust.

Closing her eyes, she knew it
would be impossible to feel 
happier than she did at 
this moment.

They needed no words, yet
the longing to touch was like
a hunger in the blood.

She began to whisper his
name with heart-scalding
hunger. . . Setting his mouth
against her throat, so that
she would not stop saying
his name.

He ran his fingertips along
the valley between her breasts,
down to her navel, then dipping
them between her legs touching
the very core of her center.

He lifts his scolded fingers to
her mouth; “taste" he insists.

Then watching him dip his fingers 
back into her fire with slumbering
eyes as he sucks her honeyed
essence from his finger tips,
before her..


May 03, 2017

Her Magic

Is the way she can grasp the
depths of their Oneness..

In the brief moment
spent together, joy
blooms.. Sweet
hot candy.. Beyond
the ability of her mind!

To grasp that moment
of raw sensual power
defies explanation;

it must be demonstrated
to be understood as it
thrives in the moment.

And in that moment, his
soul awakens, finding
peace in the arms
of his Nirvana;

-to feel her power
release itself to him.

His only existence
is to pleasure her.

He could never
explain why, it
is what he most

knowing they are
the only Ones who
knows it..

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