I waited near the street as the rain thrashed violently across my face staring at the clock tower afraid I may have missed you that somehow in the storm you were unable to see me my tears mixed with the whipping force of the rain blinding me for seconds at a time then feeling the force of arms pulling me into embrace as warm wet lips kiss me with such passion Iím knocked off balance now my tears mixed with the rain are cried with joy because the love of my life would never have missed me even in a storm love...
I linger in longing my body craving touch from fingers on hand to lush lips following your tongue my senses heighten when whispering in my ear of acts not yet played my anticipation made quite clear from the buds on breasts perk and point to juices flowing waiting to join the push and thrust your manhood in lust bring us to the moment our bodies combust
he wiped the tears from my eyes with the pads of his finger tips useless as the tears were replaced with streams down my cheeks his pain was evident as I looked into his eyes that were quickly filled his tears clouding the blueness I long to stare into I love him and I told him he didnít say it back, but I know he showed his love in the way he kissed me and the †gentle way he touched me making love so tenderly letting his body speak the words for him he will not be back not until he is free to claim me as his own not until...
my lover bares me to my soul leaving me no defense against him when touched I am helpless his drugging pleasure I cannot resist as I spread my thighs welcoming the soreness as he takes me deep stirring my body with hunger as I trace the rigid lacing of muscle watching it glisten with sweat fuckable is what you are taking me to limits taking me with you body and soul
you are the notes to the melody of my life each word I read each word I write brings me closer to my first opus filling my mind with pages I catalog listening to the tempo of the rhyme as flats and sharps to finding keys in tone as words on a line blend and meld I write them as a poem
I lost count somewhere along the laugh line and crowís feet each crevice like a roadmap directing me to the story of your life I could almost read them with my finger tips as if I were reading braille each line I trace turns another page in your book I could lay here and read you for hours flipping through the pages of the best story I ever read
I came home from work, had a real bad day Iím not sure how you knew but, you went out of your way to make things nice with wine chilling on ice candles were lit and my favorite blues played softly in the background the smell of vanilla hung in the air you were waiting for me in a chair I knew what to do stripping slowly for you straddling your lap warm hands up my back lips tracing my neck hands fondle with touch and fingers that glide itís you that I want and I want you inside bodies shiver and quake ...
baby take care of me in that special way you do let your words wrap around me melt me into you slowly kiss my eyes down my neck, onto my breasts move across my belly with warm kisses from your lips grab my hips firmly when you suckle and you sip let your tongue plunge deeply where I ride the waves of bliss enter me when ready my body craves for more ride me to that place where Iíll be knocking on heavenís door
my patience lies unsettled as the hour nears the rapture of your arms wrap me in joyous splendor the kindle for †the flame that burns in a fire of love and lust never will it see the grayness of ash or the browning of rust only the yellow and red the color of heat burning sheets in our bed
I want to plunge into blessed waters emerging purified of imperfections cleansing my heart, mind and soul beginning on a fresh page trying not to make the same mistakes learning that being hurt is like a scab it will heal and fall away maybe leaving a scar of remembrance but the pain you cause to someone else never heals leaving you with an open wound, forever