A breeze

stirs the heat

brings a little relief

almost midnight

and I’m staring

at your face

I wish

my fingers

could tease

your angry eyes

to light up in delight

to painfully please

make you shiver

like a stubborn autumn leaf

trapped between my thighs

soul baring

wet in my embrace

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Pulsing blood

One

Fingers

touching lace

silky shivers

reaching

second base

wet moans

your touch

delivers

needy

your breath

on my face

throbbing

the vein

in your throat

entice

oh god!

as my teeth

slice

your skin

I hear you

groan

in ecstasy

blood

pulse

in my swallow

your surrender

Two

Licking

the drops of blood

spilled

in the feeding frenzy

I couldn’t resist

the pulsing vein

in your thigh

after my mouth

gave you pleasure

Distant daydreams

in our paradise

near the endless sea

there

where

time and space meet

we sup

on flesh bare

we drink 

from lips devine

we dance

entwined

skin to skin

naked

soul connecting

rare

here

you are mine


Picture by Alain R Truong

We should’ve kissed´╗┐ by @thebogfather

I Guess you’ve gone, like the sight of my left eye, never to return… Oh…, I hope you find what you truly seek, much love (and we could have had that)
Why Is Happiness Not Appreciated… Til It’s Gone… ?
What we had was fun 

what we has was one to one 

that simple intimation a mutual appreciation 

seemingly ignored 

no matter how much I implored 

so we lost 

at what cost? 

We loved for a moment in time 

we spent hours counting in rhyme 

but no reason ever flowed 

as our love tried ever to grow 

your words were expressive 

but never confessive 

so was it really time to go ?

even tho’ I never could show 

what you so meant to me 

as time flew past insanities 

feathered then severed our time 

we never spoke out truly 

ever choked or cried purely 

in a season of reason unhindered 

summer quickly became winter 

spring fell flat in the fall 

our love flattened from rush to a crawl 

then it stopped, flatlined 

mutually declined 

lost forever? 

now, trying not to be clever 

missed opportunities become regrets 

dissed impunities one on one now select 

momentarily we argued so blind 

eventually our love lost was defined 

we once had it so well 

now my heartbreak still swells 

as we relate our love/hate 

we divine out fate 

then realise with sighs 

that what we’ve both missed 

is that moment when we should have first kissed…?