That Night

December 5, 2014

An Idyll - Maurice William Greiffenhagen, 1891

An Idyll – Maurice William Greiffenhagen, 1891

That Night

Remember the night
under the bridge
when you held me
so very close
and opened your coat
so I could be warm
and I could feel
our hearts beating
so hard, so fast,
and then, when
our eyes met
I’ll never forget
how my breath
got caught somewhere
in the middle of my chest
and all of me ached
and yearned with
such sudden fire
it took me by
surprise.
Then
when
I looked up again
and met your eyes
I saw your fear
and eagerness
and with a pulse
of something
flaming
we
kissed.

Yes, that.

Do it again.

Kiss

February 14, 2014

Kiss

That moment
when time stands still
and the look in those eyes
seem to melt the world away:
the chill night
the occasional passing car
the sound of leaves rustling in the slight breeze,
all fades until the only real thing
in a spinning world
is the sound of heartbeats
throbbing so fast it seems impossible
and every inch of skin
is desperately sensitive.
A touch sends a thrill
and the look darkens, deepens,
becomes more serious
until beat by pulsing,
bursting beat
lips touch
lightly at first, but then
deepening,
exquisite pleasure
and only those few inches of sensitive skin,
the lips,
feel like an entire world
because the rest of it is gone,
replaced by this agony
of bliss.

Night Witness by Rafa Alvarez

Night Witness by Rafa Alvarez

Burn

April 19, 2013

Burn

Slow
melting,
a feeling
seductively sweet,
that shy, teasing glance, gentle touch.
Just a brush of your hand, the look in your eyes, a breath.
Ah, those few signals awaken
my senses, my heart,
to your hot
burning
kiss.