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.

Crowd

October 24, 2015

 

Crowd

So many people, chattering endlessly.
Empty heads and emptier words
hold no charms.
I lift my glass to finish
and there you are.

You seem just as bored as I,
just as ready to flee
this stifling mass of humanity.
I stare, I can’t seem to stop.
How did I not notice you before?

Your eyes leap up
and meet my startled gaze.
And hold me there.
A smile flickers to life
and I return it.

Our eyes are locked,
the sound dies away
and all I can hear, all I can feel
are heartbeats thudding,
pounding in my ears, my body,
as our gaze deepens,
intensifies.

A lift of your brows,
a glance toward the door.
I smile and go to find my coat.

 

 

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Valentine

February 12, 2014

Valentine

Lost among the daily mail
a simple note
that reads
“I love you,”
inscribed on a simple paper heart
in cursive script.

Of course such a thing
makes one’s pulse race.
Who wrote it?
Who could it be?
Is it really for me?
Could this be a mistake?
Or a recipe for heartache?

To discover a secret lover
one must go to great lengths
of observation.
Wondering,
puzzling,
fretting and thinking.
Dreaming.

I know who I want it to be,
and I wonder:
if I return the favor
write a similar note for
them to find…

And so I do.

And when I see the surprised
delight at receiving such a note,
and they instantly look around to see
who could it be
I let them see
me.

But only for an instant
and the briefest of smiles
and dash back to my place
remembering the look
on that face
and smiling
so hard.

And then
the waited-for knock
and the breathless “hello”
and the blush that starts
at the roots of my hair
and goes all the way
to my toes.

But maybe something new
can begin.

Maybe something warm and deep
and full of passion
and pain
and love
and joy
is right behind
those
eyes.

 

 

 

Used

March 19, 2013

Used

Me? I’m just a figment
of your imagination,
that’s all.

Yes.
I will always say yes.
Always.
To whatever you need.
But that is because
I’m
not
real.

A real person has no needs
of their own;
has no urges,
no motivations
no real life;
therefore,
I must be an illusion.
Except, of course,
for those times when you
bring me to life
by wanting me,
just for a moment, just for now,
not to have with you
forever, of course,
because that would mean
I am part of your
real life.

Because I don’t exist,
not in the real world,
or at least not in yours.

Or perhaps the
me
that you think I am
is what really doesn’t
exist.

Perhaps there is a real me,
but you simply
cannot
understand
that there are needs
beyond
yours.

Longing

January 11, 2013

Longing

Waiting for my chance
for a moment
a touch
and then you’re gone
again
and I wait
again
for my chance.

My life is as full
as busy
as hectic
as yours
but do you know
how I live
live and breathe
for those brief moments?

Do you know
how I treasure each one
and leaf through each
memory
as through a
well-loved book?

Will there truly
be a day
when waiting will
at last
be done?

When days
and nights
will be filled
with love
only
love with
touch and
breath and
pleasure unlimited
for just
us
two?

 

Heat

November 8, 2012

Heat

Fire
burning
feeling heat
turning inside me
making me yearn for your kisses,
your touch, your renewed desire for me, only me
and it awakens my longing for you, only you,
makes me writhe, surrender to you
knowing as I do
fire burns
inside
you