I Can Tell

Your embrace is like the sweetest melody, enveloping me till I close my eyes.
That kiss tells me you're ready to let the outside world tend to itself for awhile.
You walk away too soon.
I want to feel your hand on my face again.
I lost myself for a moment with my lips on your wrist.
Your pulse was saying something.

I allow you to walk away from me, and before you take the second step, your hand extends behind you.
I don't make you have to say it twice.
My hand is in yours before you take the next step.

I keep my eyes on yours as you peel off your clothes. They say to keep touching you.
Tugging the shirt over your head, my fingers find their way to your spine, my lips your chest. That exhale said I'm doing just what you want me to.

Looking down at you, I love to watch the way your hands taste my thighs. The way they gulp my skin to the rhythm of the ride.
The sound emanating from your chest speak for your closed eyes and open mouth. I answer by kissing you and following your guiding hands. They say you're close.

The adjustment of silence between our bodies before you descend over me, is shattered by the way my legs wrap around your waist.
A hand between us touching both bodies as my hands glide over your head. My breath and teeth against your neck speak more words than I can gather.

Your pace stops and I open my eyes to the feeling of hands gulping my thighs, once again.
 You have something else to say, I can tell by the way your tongue moves.

Manners

Sitting next to each other,
I'm caressing the edges of your face,
absorbed in the way you look at me.
Our lips find different ways to touch.
I feel my heartbeat between crossed legs.
My appetite for you is forcing its way out with each kiss.

My hunger is for more than food.
My taste buds crave a type of sweet-salty only flesh
and veins can produce.
Ravenous to the point of sloppy salivation,
I leave all clothes on the floor along with my decorum.
I consume you with my hands.
I feast on your moans.

To lay you down is to spread a buffet
before a starving beast.
To straddle your thigh is to feed a deeper craving.
Your hands in my hair
showing the fastest ways to your pleasure.
I savor the guidance.
Lost in the aroma of musk and that missing ingredient,
lips and thighs open wider.

Your thigh is soaked.
My mouth so full,
I have to swallow before I ask for seconds.
I do have manners, after all.

Given

Look at me
she's behind the fires in my eyes
run before she finds you
with every touch of your hands
I feel her

Press my neck against your lips
hear the breath in your ear
turning to sounds emerging deep from my chest
I cannot protect you
she's stirring

Call out  my inhibitions
command my legs to part
then smell the weight of
puddled passion
You should feel the danger

Draw your fingers up
the inside of my thighs
feel them skate through thawed desire
then paint my lips with the taste
she's raging now

After you call to me
from the inside of my body
I make no promises
you won't bleed a little
I've given you warning
She's about to strike
I hope you can take it

Taming the Light

Blackness
Darkness
Lightless

Even before the first star was born
I stood as a signet
to the first thought
the first word

In my birth
he was inside me
growing with me
until he expelled himself

nursed in the fullness of my deep
he became full and fat
fed from my mind
he became long and lean
and in the fullness of time
he became

Effulgent
Luminous
Radiant
Brillant
He became my equal

My power aroused him
he sought to claim me
he held me by my throat
pinned against eternity

I growled
and time began
We rolled over the darkness
until all things were created
Light inside the darkness
as one

Sacrilege

Innocent

you touch me 

as if you could do it wrong

I want you

take me

Timidly 

you speak to me

but there's another in you

who speaks with his eyes

who commands with his hands

concedes with his lips

set him free

Yes

like that

all of your weight

face to face

growls in your throat 

and that

yes that

If you think I can't take anymore

make me

treat me like a prayer 

speak it and it's done

I want him 

I give him to me

The trembling in my legs 

is not fear

it's the force of the release

of that visceral and sacred

being in me coming for you

now that you set yourself free

It would have been sacrilege 

to give her to anyone else.