Night

April 19, 2016

Night

I live for the dark,
bathing in the light of the moon
I feel revived, fortified.

Fancy meeting you
on one of my midnight rambles,
the brief consternation of meeting another
mingled with the joy
of discovering a like mind.

We walked together a while.
I wondered if you were real.
You felt like an illusion my sex-starved brain imagined.
I felt an insane urge to take you home.
So I did.

O what a delicious night.

In the morning you were gone
melted away in the light of day
like the lost radiance
of the stars.

 

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Unspoken

November 14, 2015

 

Summer Evening by Edward Hopper

Summer Evening by Edward Hopper

Unspoken,
the time we spent before
not so long ago,
your lips were on me,
our sweat mingling
and both of us
all unaware of
the existence of the world,
other than the one
we created together.

Now at the door,
reluctant to say goodbye,
my body still thrums
when I remember.

After

November 12, 2015

After

Hearts still thudding,
but slowing.
Languorous and rosy
with passion
I lean over
for a kiss and
taste myself
on your lips.

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Irresistible

November 11, 2015

Irresistible

Some certain scent you have
that makes my inner beast appear.
Some warm, melting look you give,
some lingering touch,
makes me want to lose control.

I can contain it if I want to.
I can push down the feelings
and later think upon you
while I ease my suffering
alone and shuddering,
your face on my mind.

I need to know, though,
if you feel what I am feeling.

Does my scent arouse?
Does my watchful gaze stir you?
Does your beast want to
come out and play?
I know
what I want you to say.

Lucky Us

November 10, 2015

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I want to be left alone

Lucky us,
living when we do.
Lucky because
we have technology
to make our lives better.

Alone?
Get yourself a battery-boyfriend!
With someone?
There are prophylactics for everyone!
Seeking a partner?
Dating websites abound!
Want to be left alone?
Greta Garbo marathon!
Need a little sexy boost?
Welcome to my page.

 

 

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Lost

November 8, 2015

Lost

So there we are
and the moment comes
when all there is
is sensation.
There is no outer world,
there is simply skin
slicked sweat salt
touch taste kiss
and oh, wow.
Wow!
Yes, oh yes…

Slow

November 7, 2015

Slow

I admit, you’re kind of young,
not my usual type.
But you really seem so into me,
and I don’t mean to gripe.
What we’re doing’s not a job
and you don’t have to rush.
It seems you’ve got a lot to learn,
but there’s no need to blush.
I can help, just simmer down,
let’s take our time tonight.
It’s okay, love, take a breath,
and please leave on the light.

Lights On

November 7, 2015

Lights On

It was a habit. She’d never considered it before.
“Why? I don’t know. Because if I leave it on you’ll see all my pudgy bits. And I don’t like the thought of all that squishy flesh in the light.”
“But I love all your bits, and I don’t think you’re pudgy. Anyway, if things aren’t squishing, you’re not doing it right.”
“I don’t think I could relax.”
His grin was very wide. “Oh, I can make you relax.”
“I don’t know…”
“Leave the light on. I want to see all of you.” He grinned again, “Please?”
Reluctantly, she moved from the switch. She stood there, reluctant, uncertain. He was already naked and he moved toward her like a predator.
“Relax, it’s okay. Just try it.”
She smiled, “You know you’re the first man I’ve ever met who would care. Why do you care?”
“I don’t want you to be ashamed of all this glorious beauty. This supple flesh, this BOUNTY!” He pulled her dress up over her head and fell to his knees, hugging her at the waist and pulling her into him. “Mmmm. This, I love it. Give me more.”
She laughed, uncomfortable. “Seriously, you like my pudge?”
He looked up at her, soulful, eyes already dilated with desire. “You are not pudgy, you are goddess-shaped. I love goddesses.” He pulled himself up until he was standing before her again, his arousal evident. She laughed.
“You won’t even let me hate myself? Didn’t you realize hating our bodies is the national pastime for women? It’s practically a religion! Trainers at the gym are their evangelists! Seriously?”
“Come with me, woman, I want to worship you.” He led her to the bed and lay her down. “I am going to make you weep with joy, gorgeous, so put your tray tables in their fixed and upright position and fasten your seatbelt. This is going to be the best ride of your life.”
And it was.

Promise

October 18, 2015

Promise

It builds slowly, one hardly notices.
Like walking in the forest,
the ground underfoot sometimes softens,
the groundwater seeping up.
Soon one finds a spring,
a small place rife with fecundity,
or a trickle of water from a pile of stone.

Nobody suspected a softened emotion
not from me, serene and calm,
pacing through life untouched
alone.

They didn’t feel the moisture,
dampening the forest floor,
loosening the resolutions I made
when I was still in pain and certain.

They can’t breathe in the softness
the way I can when I feel your gaze
on me, asking me,
telling me,
demanding.

They had no way to see the hope
springing verdant
at the idea of you.

And then when at last your fear
and mine became weak against
our desire,
at last
we change
and all we are
all we can become
is heat
and fire,
taste and touch
and sweat-slick
ravishment.

How odd the world doesn’t change
when all inside me feels alive.

How is it the world is different now,
so welcoming
and alive with
the promise of more?

Anticipation

December 27, 2013

 

Eyes closed
waiting for you.
You take your time
knowing how intense
it feels when you tease.

I can’t move,
the softest of shackles
hold me, yet I cannot
but help
struggling
just a little.

I hear you move
the last of your clothing
shed,
and something else;
a chuckle
that sends a shiver
through me.

A match strike,
the sulphurous scent
mingles with the candle’s
flavor.

I hear a drip of water
and wonder what it will be:
Wax?
Ice?
Oil?
Feathers?

I can hardly wait.