Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Maybe my eyes told you

Maybe my eyes told you
What my heart
Desperately tries to hide
As the birds chirp
And the morning mist
Makes our encounters
Seem mystical

Maybe my eyes told you
What my mind thinks
And my hand writes
In silence
At night
Away from prying eyes
Wishing it was physical

Maybe my eyes told you
That my lips
Want to meet yours
And what my skin
Longs to feel
And how real
This virtual affair is

Maybe my eyes told you
How your right hand
Would fit perfectly
In my left hand


Tuesday, August 14, 2012

What we all have

I found that
what I didn't have
I did have
Buried
In a shallow grave
Of self doubt
And negative thoughts
Wallowing in self pity
And I kept trampling
All over it
In my foolish search
For what I already had

It has always been there
In that shallow grave
Of neglect
Where we least expect
It to be
It is called Inner Strength
Because It Is within us

Lust

It all starts in a candle lit room
With words spoken softly
And whispers
in the rhythm
Of heartbeats
To the gentle meeting
Of willing lips
Hands intertwined
In gentle holds
That turn to firm grasps
With each kiss

To heavey breathing
And thighs wrapped
Around waists
Back against wall
And fingers caressing
The back of a poet neck
To nibbling of ears
And mumbled words
That turn to pleasure groans
Moans that curl toes

To screaming
Biting
Scratching
Pulling
Pushing
Fast
Slow
Gentle
Hard

Exhaustion

Monday, August 6, 2012

Vanilla Pudding















Nowhere is it louder
Than in my own heart
The singing of the birds
Or the dancing of words
To the rhythm
Of your heart beat
As we two step
Cheek to cheek
Holding my happiness
In your tiny hands
And your touch
Turning a grown man's
Tough appearance
Into Vanilla pudding