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You drive me to feverish distraction.
The sight and feel of you writhing in my arms,
Moistened under the savage onslaught of my lips,
Flushed by the searching ministrations of my hands,
Fill me with an insatiable, bestial lust.
The musk of your desire draws me near.
The fragrance intoxicates and
compels me to lap up the sweet dew.
Your cries of pleasure send me over
the precipice with you into blissful oblivion.
Your passions threaten to consume me
like so much kindling in a furnace.
Blinding, enveloping, burning,
Intense, white-hot ecstasy.
Dancing in the flames
With you brings me peace.
After the urgency is spent,
the gentleness takes over.
Tears trickle down your cheeks.
Those I kiss away and savor the salt.
Your body softens and relaxes.
The limp form I cradle and caress.
Sighs escape your lips.
Those I capture in mine.
When my love for you is consummated,
My darkest fears are assuaged.
The worst and the best has happened:
I've lost control, yet remained whole.
These words are not
the reality you seek.
They are .....
My desire for you.
The wanting of the
Fingers that tease,
Hands that caress,
Arms that hold,
Lips that kiss,
Soul that seeks.
The aching for you.
Nothing but the shallow expressions
of my passion's depth.
The figments of nocturnal
dreams and daytime fantasy.
Electrons dancing frantically
upon the phosophorus screen.
Maybe someday .....
these words, these wishes
will come true.
Instead of the electrons,
It will be you and me.
Until then all I can do is
Make love with my words.
Promises should never be
wishes that cannot be granted.
Promises should never be
desires that go unfulfilled.
Promises should never be
dreams that cannot come true.
Promises should never be
an empty heart's longing
for the unattainable.
Promises should never be
made to those you love,
but cannot love.
If the end is
nothing but heartbreak,
then the
promises should never be.
There are the days when
we seamlessly share one soul.
Then there are the days when
we stand on different worlds.
On those days,
when we stand far apart,
we turn our backs on one another
and cross our arms in anger.
On those days,
if only my foolish pride
would allow me,
I would reach out
and hold you close,
even as my words push you away.
At the end of those days
is when I realize,
much to my surprise and shame,
how much you mean to me.
On those days,
when you seem farthest away,
when I could lose you forever,
when my heart aches the most,
On those days,
I know that I love you.
In a perfect world,
I could hold you forever
without fear of
censure or reprisal.
No one would care
about whom I loved
or why or how.
We could walk
down the street
arm in arm or
hand in hand,
embraced closely
against the wind.
I could kiss you goodbye
when we must part,
never sure when we
would meet again.
We could join
for all to see,
bonded as one and
our lives intertwined.
I would shout out
I love you,
always and forever.
Instead, I whisper my
devotion so no one
else can hear.
My heart's desire is a
secret for us alone.
Perhaps that is
for the best
in this most
imperfect of worlds.
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