Submissions by synimon

The dream of languid loving
Laps me
Cups the
Pulsing heat at the heart
Of me
Dips me in the gaze
From cinnamon-sweet eyes
Burns me with the play
From piano stroked fingers

Even now
Miles from him
All I can envisage
Is him in me
Searing me to him
With savage ecstacy
Mouths, hands,
Tongues, cries
An intoxicating potency
Of trembling sighs

I want him
Across years and silences
Despite words in iron boxes
And sporadic dances of truth
I want him ...

It began in the honours room
A couch
Words
Amongst forgotten books
Electrifying the rippling air
In and around us
I was drawn to you
Irrevocably  
Your chocolate eyes  
Fore knew my cinnamon
Your mouth my fantasy  
Your mind
My endless playground.  
I could roam
Unfettered in you
And you let me
You let me
In.  
Oh god, deep.  
Coming to life in you
I soon craved you  
More than I had craved
Anything
Words binding us
Like searing ribbons of ...