Little ThingsLittle ThingsFingers featheredAgainst my cheek,Or tangledIn my hair
A cup of coffee waiting for meTo open my eyes,Or a warm embraceTo help me close them
Soft wordsOn a harsh day,Or tough loveWhen my spirits weak
The door held open,Waiting for me,Letting me go first
Remembering everything:My birthday, my favorite color,What makes me cry
And what makes me cry your name
all say more thanthree words every could.
Lip LockLip LockA whisper whisks across the lips,The barest breath against the skin.The hands shift down from face to hips,A small step closer, leaning in.The nostrils flare, inhale desire,Get drunk with lust in little sips.Resistance wavers, wearing thinAs tongue-tip teases, eases, slips
pillage deep to taste within.Stroking
fanning the fire.
Our OverlookI sit alone and rememberWonderful days gone by;We used to hold handsAnd whisper words of loveOn this hard wooden benchIn the warm summer sun.But now summer's gone,And you've moved on.Autumn has swept the land,Leaving leafy ceilings and carpetsOf bright red, orange, and gold;Like fire against the dusky gray skies.Cold, lonely mornings;Dark, lonely evenings.I can almost hear your laughterAmong the brittle dancing leaves;And my heart feels as coldAs the bitter chill of the wind.Our Overlook is a blur ofBeautiful colors through my tears.
TemptatiousI am delicate and yieldinglike a memory wrapped in mussed silk crimson sheets legs intertwined thighs demandingI am as strong as steelforged by the heat of your hands and the melt of your mouth fingers seeking eyes searchingI am exposed and fragilelike the delicate rushing point just before the crashing climax lips parted tongues sparring I am simplistic complexitybound by the power of chemistry, beyond the point of return breath stilled hearts and hips surgingI am yoursforthetaking
The Pledgefour feathersone for luck, tucked deep in-between my faithful promiseone for love, tickling the ribs of yesterday's perfect mysteryone for happiness, dancing forever in the shadow of your spiritone for peace, lingering always in the memory of our fatetake the four feathers from my hand a gift and a guarantee a whisper upon the wind comfort for the days when I am gone
Loss of MemoryI forgot.It is a tragedy that I failed to rememberjust how fond I am of the naked,waiting space on a man's neckwhere his clavicle meets his throat.It is just perfect for my mouth.I can run my imagination, and my tongue,along the inflexible structure under the skinand thendelicately sink the flexible tipinto the shadowy curve behind it.The slight tang and salty flavorof his warm, now wet skin under my mouth-I forgot how good it tastes, how superb it smells-as I pursue the rest of his body with the restlesspress of mine.
Shush...If silence is golden, I'm tarnished.
Just listenyou live for the ones you made, in blood or deedyou protectyou loveyou sacrificeI see you living, givingdreaming and building-building a life where they will always find safety and loveyou are steadfast if doubts plague them, it won't be about your devotion and careyou are the picture of strength,even when you feel weakyou dry tearsyou fix broken things even when they aren't "things" at allyou make promises and keep them close to your heartyou have realistic expectations but expectations none-the-less.forsake them, you did not nor will you ever walk awaythey need you nowthey will need you stillyou would die for them and be gladthe fragrance of that essence and devotion the spirit weaving its way through your dreams and theirs-is fatherhood.I am glad you know you, the father that you are the beauty of your life.
First timeshe was initiatedinto the art of loveby a tall dark haired rascal withblinding white teeth framed by full sensual lipslips that whisperedtempting dangerous words (lies)while they exploredher youthful silky soft skinis it any wonderher heart was left hangingby a wireafter he left her alonewith thisuncontrollableunquenchablefire?
Uncoveredsmear my wine-colored lip glosswith the slantand pressureof your questing mouth kiss meclench your unyielding fingersin the dark tressesat the nape of my neckand contain me kiss mepress your searching tonguepast my lipspast my teethuntil it meets mine with uneven strokes kiss meand steeped in this beginningknow I am not thinking of an endingonly relishing each and every stepon our journey kiss me
AblazeLike stars, words burn. Choose wisely.