You.

When I saw your sadness, I forgot my own.
And when I’d made you smile again,
I realized I was smiling too.

One of These Days…

One of these days,

I want to smell your confidence

on my skin,

and lick my lips for traces

of your sexiness.

One of these days I’ll wash

my hair in your hunger and

feed your longing on my teat.

One of these days,

I’m gonna dream myself

into your heart.

One of these days……

Our forever is gonna’ start.

Night Falls

The silent footsteps of night approach
and, peeping through our
windows,
the moon finds us sleeping,
wrapped in each other’s arms.

Sliding graceful fingers of light
across your peaceful face,
the moon
caresses your pleasant features,
and strokes your hair. 
You murmur
quietly in your sleep
and reach for my naked body,
pulling me tightly
to your chest. 
The moon kisses your cheek softly
and moves across the
room, slowly ,
to watch a while longer,
before fading silently from view.

The sun replaces the shadows,
and kisses our satisfied faces good
morning. 
Another day presents itself,
entirely for our enjoyment.

Hey, Diddle Diddle (haiku)

I would like to spoon

all night long with you, my love.

Or we could just fork.

Burst.

It’s raining,
And I wish you were here,
curled up in my arms,
kissing my neck as my fingers press inside you,
feeling the air leave your lungs as you gasp,
cry out ‘oh babe’ while I fuck you harder,
your mouth finding mine,
trembling kisses meshed within your cries of ecstasy,
love flowing between us as hot lava on an island,
for surely we are alone in this world we’ve created….
hot tears now,
tracing a stream down my face,
racing for the finish line of my chin,
my shirt catching them,
as reality sinks into my brain.
You aren’t mine.
You aren’t mine.
You.
Aren’t.
Mine.
But I’m yours,
body and soul,
heart and mind.
I’m the one you’ve dreamed about,
the one who loves you unconditionally,
the one who will always love you without fail.
I am your soul mate.

Art Class.

Art Class.
Paint me photographs of her,
in shades of you.
Draw on my heart,
in vibrant vivid colors,
the perfect imperfections
of her,
and let me glimpse
the beating of your heart
with hers.
Paint me snapshots in time,
with memories of what it is
that draws you so completely
to the one you love.
Since you couldn’t paint me into your heart,
I’ll just have to paint you into my past.

Unreal Reality

“Honestly, don’t you think it’s better that we’re aren’t real?”

“Could I trace my fingertips down your spine if I were real?  No.  Could I kiss that little hollow space on your neck and trail my lips down to your breasts, gently teasing each nipple, if I were real?  No.  Could I flick my tongue across your lips if I were real?  No.  Could I gently tug on your bottom lip with my teeth until I could taste the slightest trace of blood if I were real?  No.  Could I pick you up in my arms and hold your naked body tightly against mine as we kiss passionately, deeply, sensually, if you were real?  No.  So, let’s don’t spoil it.  Let’s don’t be real.  Could I could feel your hands in my hair, gripping my head firmly in your grasp if I were real?  No.  Could I taste your wetness on my lips if you were real?  No.  Could you feel my tongue licking you if I were real?  No.  Could I hear your voice whisper in my ear of all the things you want me to do to you if you were real?  No.  Could I lie awake with you sleeping soundly, wrapped up in my arms with your head cradled on my shoulder, your soft hair trailing across my arm and my pillow, while I tenderly kiss your forehead, if you were real?  No. “

“Then, dear sweet, sexy you, let’s don’t be real.  Okay?  I’m fine.  You’re fine.  That’s all we need to know about each other.  You can’t save me.  haha  Please don’t try….life is short, doll, let’s enjoy what we do have.  What we have is simple, uncomplicated by life, and so very, very much fun.  More fun than I believe I have ever had in my entire life.  And I have had some damn good times in my life.  But, you, my sweetness, my dear sweet, wonderful, beautiful, sexy you, you are the most fun of all.  You are the Scarecrow to my Dorothy.  Because I like you most of all.  Please, let’s don’t ever be real!”

“Reality is bills, and appointments, and work, and fights, and arguments, and all the pettiness that goes along with real life…you and I will never be petty!  You and I will never argue or fight.  You and I will never have to worry about the bills.  You and I will never have to work.  You and I can make love every day because you and I will never have a period or cramps or a headache.  hahahaha  You and I will have a fine life together.  You and I will always be happy, our sex life will always be thrilling and fun, and we will always be young and desirable and HAPPY together. “

“CAN YOU LIVE WITH THAT?  Then kiss me, beautiful!  Yeah, just like that….ah…do it again, again, again.   Love it.  Love you.  xo”

Still

Still.

…And I looked up and there you were.  And I wondered if you knew.

…And I wondered if you could hear my mind racing from across the room, so loud were my thoughts, like the hoof-beats of a thousand frightened mustangs.

…And I wondered if you could see my pulse quicken beneath my skin, so erratic was my heart beating in my chest.

…And I wondered if you could taste my emotions, so strong they were, like the copper tartness a penny leaves when you’ve held it in your hand for too long.

…And I wondered if you could smell my fear, crowding up in my throat, struggling for a breath of you.

…And I wondered if you could feel my longing, for surely it must be visible, dripping maddeningly, dizzyingly, across my face like a water-soaked canvas caught in a sudden downpour.

…And I wondered if you knew how drawn to you I feel, much like the proverbial moth to the eternal open flame at twilight.

And then you turned around,

the moment passed,

and still….

I wondered if you knew.

Mirrored Eyes.

I don’t know why
you are so very literal.
Oh? Excuse me,
I exaggerate.
You’re consistent.
I can be so explicit.
I slept alone before you.
Look at you,
you’re flawless.
Half the time I feel like fleeing
because beside you I must look like Hell.
I was thriving before
I plucked you with plump fingers
fresh from the web.
and I thrive still,
as an illusion,
of sorts.
You are the perfect sonnet,
a solid straight line,
and it makes me sad
when you tell me you like me
and I know I am nothing
but something lost.

Once.

Her pale skin glowed in the light from my monitor

and I wanted nothing more

than to dig myself down inside her,

hold her close, and feel her murmur.

I felt her grow wetter under my touch,

and the things I wanted to do

had nothing to do

with who we were in the daylight.

I didn’t want to fuck her;

I wanted to make love to her,

again, and again, and again.