Thursday, December 6, 2012

Deep Sea

Without fear of drowning
I dive in, head first

Mouth open, tongue ready
No other gear required

I swim.

I breathe
while submerged in you

You fill my being with your wetness

I explore your depths and
you surround me

Liberating imprisonment

Free me
but do not let me go

I do not wish to resurface

I cannot see the world beyond this
I cannot fathom where the bottom is

You are not shallow anywhere.

Wednesday, December 5, 2012


I want to touch your heart
Read it with my hands
like Braille
Place my ear against your chest and
listen to your heart speak to me
Press my heart against yours and
engage in cardiac telepathy
Hold you close and
kiss your heart with my lips
Caress your heart and
feel your love beat against my fingertips
Your heart is the greatest love letter ever written
And if it is sent to me
I will open it slowly
Unfold it carefully
And read it daily
Instead of imprisoning it underneath my pillow
I will sleep with it against my chest so that
my heart can write its reply.

Monday, December 3, 2012

Still Sensing Want

Golden brown as if you were
Molded from clay then dipped in butter
Eyes almond with chocolate centers and
Lips plump like fruit ripe with sweetness
You are what want looks like

The scent of passion oozes from your being, spills from your pores
I pull you close so I can inhale you and I am
Intoxicated by the smell
The fragrance you wear is want

My north seeking to merge with your south because I am
Magnetically attracted to all of you
My hands explore every inch of you before
Coming to your center and settling there
With slip of fingers I am in you
Sliding in and out of glistening tightness and
The sensation of you
Gripping, encircling, wrapping around me
Is what want feels like

I place my mouth
Right above where my fingers stroke and I
Flat of tongue against round of clit
Lips kiss and caress your softness
Remove fingers from within so that
Tongue can replace them and I can
Taste your want

Moans and sighs reverberate in the
Trembling of your thighs before making their way out of your mouth and
I hear the sound of your want

Face between your thighs, submerged in you
Nothing exists but this sensing
Wanting you more even as I have you
Praising by eating and drinking of your body
I am
Never too proud to get on my knees before you
Humbled that I have the privilege to please you
I am grateful with all of my senses and
I will never stop wanting you.

Sunday, December 2, 2012

Sensing Want.

Want looks like

Rise and fall of chest
Fluttering of eyelids during sleep
Sunlight streaming through blinds and landing on angle of jaw
Blankets in beautiful disarray
Space between parted thighs

Want feels like

Flicking of eyelashes against cheek
Hand on small of back
Kisses on base of spine
Fingers tangled in hair
Palm gliding against flesh of thigh
Lips pressed against nape of neck
Caresses on back of knee

Want smells like

Lingering aroma of soap after morning shower
Vanilla incense and coconut oil
Barely there scent of cologne at end of day
Wood burning in fireplace
Combined perspiration of two bodies

Want sounds like

Shallow breaths and quiet sighs
Alto intertwined with sultry melody
Carefree laughter and verbal chess
Whispered curses followed by whimpered praises
Growl low in throat and
Moans echoing off ceiling

Want tastes like

Salty earthiness or
Clean flavor of water

Like sweetness

Like you.