I THINK IT RATHER PEDESTRIAN
THAT A WELL SEASONED EQUESTRIAN
NEVER TRAVELED FROM THE BEATEN PATH
I WANT TO BE THE REASON
YOU SING
THE SEASON
THAT YOU WHISTLE
I WANT TO BE IN THE MOMENT
WHEN OUR CHANCE MEETING
TURNS INTO A RENDEZVOUS
A TRYST
WITH CLANDESTINE FANTASIES
I WANT TO BE THE REASON
YOU BLUSH
YOU GUSH
SWEET SWEET ELIXIRS
THAT LEAVE ME
BEGGING FOR MORE
I WANT TO BE
Sometimes I want nothing
more than to hold
you
all thru the night
like the first time
we were together
But you left
me
here to figure
things out on my own
I was yours
that was the make up
of me
and then
I
had to learn
all things new
who to be
without
you
so I'm learning
I don't want to back away
from the time spent courting
I don't want to lose the hushed
whispers of lust
or to deny the longing to feel
that which is offered
Have you offered sheer delights
that will linger upon my tongue
longer after all doors have been closed
Will you ask me
to drive deep into you
as you swell all around my probing fingers
staying long enough to ride
the volcanic eruptions
the cascading strengths
of communal bliss
Will you let me kiss
away any doubt or hesitation
just because you like rocking hard
I want to dance inside you
a tango that wriggles you
a cha-cha that rivets you
I want to dip
inside
and stay awhile
long enough to make
you
smile
I want to wrap my world
around yours
feeling the tight fit
the tight grip
as you swell
up around my fingers
I want to explore
the world
of feelings
as we grow
into lovers
under the covers....yippee i o kai yay
A begging woman
will rise
to any occasion
on bended knee
if need be
A begging woman
will plead
silently
with just a look
that will pull you under
her glance
and then who becomes
the begging woman
Midnight came
And blew away
That storm filled day
And as I lay down
In a field of dreams
I heard the sound
Of the current
in a nearby stream
And it suddenly
Occurred to me
How fragile
A single impulse
Could be
A cacophony
of sounds
playing wildly
in my head
strumming
in time to the tempo
my fingers
finding depth
in the folds of my sex
I realize I am
no longer dead
inside the void
that space where she
left me
There's a thin line
that blurs the absurd
that obscures
the insanity
of the drama
within familial
distinctions
barbs and negative
innuendo
lashing out
screams
and tantrums
I shake my head
in disbelief
sometimes wondering
if it's really disgust
or perhaps
I'm just tired
of all the drama
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