As your head nestles upon my softness
I caress the image of you.
I hold the grace of the moment in my fingertips.
Tracing soft, parted lips,
stroking the rough stubble from jaw to chin
closed eyes revel in my touch.
Sensuous pleasures echo through the hint of morning's blush,
bringing forth a radiance that softens the mantle of darkness.
Eyes of my soul gaze adoringly,
anticipating only shadows of you.
The curves and angles of your handsome, contented face,
the smoothness of your sculptured chest,
your hazelnut body draped serenely across my own.
I silently reach for you
savoring this reflection for days to come.
Bittersweet as you fly away from this moment...
cherishing the reclaiming of the next.
The room stops...
Suddenly I can't breathe...
Knees want to give out from under me
Still in my tracks...
There you stand smiling, eyes fixed on me...
There's so much...tension
The air is thick
The lights like the sun...
I begin to sweat...
Body numb but in control...
As far as I know
He moves toward me
Piercing me with his eyes
I like it...
A lot more than I should
Chest almost collapsing under my flannel shirt
Why do you make me feel this way?
I feel out of my element
I feel the tension, I can cut it with a knife
Hard to swallow...
Throat thickening...
Shaking uncontrollably...
Damnit...damn this...this...
Tension
You stand in the dark secluded corner
quiet...hiding an inner wolf...aggressive and thirsty
You don't speak, your eyes tell me everything you are thinking...
I wish I knew how to tell you...I want you...
Aggressively, want you...
You're intense
Sometimes too intense for me to take...
Your chest against my back...pressing, comfortable, perfect...
Hands like fangs pressed to my warm skin
Holding back the urge to dig in...
I wish you would
Take me...all I am, all of me...
NOW...
I want you to...
Stop hiding in the dark secluded corner and let out that...
Aggressive...thirsty...
Inner Wolf...
hovering
over the past
and presence
curves and hips
playing the grand
scheme music
with the harmony
of your torso
over you
in the hover
of desire
create a perch
to balance
out of the over
stuffed deep blue
sofa
dum dum dum
dummmmm
mmm is right
measuring the arch
of your haunches
from a rear view
interpretation
fingers squeezing
your waist
thumbs press
against your spine
so over you
and
so into you
o the hang over possibilities
spinning images into a twirl and
i am not talkin about your hips
my e-mail seems to have stopped
my desire needs a new fuse box
my thoughts dance to a bingo winner
my shoulder hurts from the bicycle
accident we all have
my path to the future is filled with
obstacles of the past
my my
is my thought of romance
with the university of you
humpty dumpty is the new rap song
about our middle-life glamour sex story
we are another generation
please please please me
but i want to spin your kiss
into a layover with benefits
i am a bad drive-in graphic
i slide into your bun and
think of too many calories
but we are teenagers in my proposition
and we burn calories with screwed up
metabolisms
you are every ex-girlfriend with
all the potential of the endless ardor
there is the edge, that is like a metaphor
that we could fall over, but we don't cross
that link
like kissing your nipple, but thinking tooo
much about it
i can't believe i can tip this bottle into tipsy
i am PI casso a curve that comes back to you
in the rhythm of 3.14
i am another page into not being into you
i am the random moment of when
of
yes
i am yams on thanksgiving, because when else
are you yams what you are yam
i am the wonderful drunk of oh know
too far
but I would love another
touch
you imagine the touch
another splash of scotch
and the taste of slobber on
your lips
here we go
here we go again
ins't that great, because
aren't we always
too close
i keep thinking i can't be this inebriated
but i am drunk
and ready to crawl around on all fours
like a hello kitty porn video
around the tree
around the loop
around the thumb
and into the bunny
hutch
a little tie of a bow
of a sweetheart
racking up desire
like brownies
in the oven
the thermostat is blooey
and the metaphorical
check engine light
is lit
craving is carving a niche
like a sutra position one uses
to transcend one top
for another
and that is how i spin
in the sultry belief
of a connection with
you
there has to be a flicker
there has to be a touch
of memory plus
the whiff of again
and a gooey cauldron
of here and wow
there has to be a figurine
next to the flicker and
a concoction of rum
and coconut
there will be the fragrance
of bunny juice that whets
the appetite
there there
my dear one
enjoy the here and now of
two stuffed animals
working the friction
of delight
like rubbing two
swizzle sticks
to spark
and kindle
romance
circling your pelvis
with luscious lashes
of unwritten intimacy
spoken in lipsync
intrigue
try as i might
first curve i see
in the candle light
dragging the rudder
across your chest
to rest upon your tongue
remind me to rhyme your kiss
with bliss
to remember the adventure
that lives in your mouth
with the sound of sighs
and your hips and the thrust
of your pelvis that redefines
torque
sing a song of six pence
and the pretense of nine
leave the presence
and watch the carnal
picnic recline
nibbling the nip and tuck
enjoying the design
of your curves and
liberation of pleasure
calculating the science
of your curves
the paranormal of paramour
and the ardent bubbling of amour
i’m working in a library
thinking of lips to the back
of your knees and how
to weaken them for
coitus consumption
working
the theory of your thighs
and the hypothesis of your hips
experiments completed
in your kiss
playing
with the idea
that bends numbers
into curves
and you into embrace