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John Matthews Jun 2019
My eyes open, a soft glow radiates through the curtains,
I lay and let the fog of sleep fade.
I feel a pain, no, more of a deep ache.
My hand runs over my chest as if I'll feel some point of entry.
I think of you and wonder where you are at that exact moment.
A smile forms and the ache grows.
It's you I hunger for.
I hunger to feel you close to me.
I hunger to feed your desires.
I ache to hold you.
I ache to feed your hunger.
All in a futile attempt to sate my own unyielding needs.
I ache to hunt, to run under full moon, to where you are.
I ache to feed you all that I am.
John Matthews Jun 2019
As we lay in the fog of our spent passion,
You ask questions,
You do not ask the mundane
No what are you thinking,
You ask of my fears,
You ask of my desires,
You look behind the doors of my mind.
Lost in this fog I answer,
Not with thought, nor calculation.
I answer, not with fear of judgment,
I answer from deep within from where I've hidden for so long.
With each answer I give I feel myself losing my armor,
The walls I've worked a lifetime to build, crumble with just a question.
Naked and laid bare before you, I answer.
I look into your gaze and see no judgements,
No looks of fear or disappointment,
Just questions.
John Matthews Jun 2019
She warned me at the start,
Before I knew the electricity of her touch,
She looked into my eyes and said "I play with matches".
Before I knew the unbridled passion of her bite,
I replied "I am not afraid."
Before I knew her fiery embrace,
She lit a fire so small,
The exact moment I do not know.
But quickly it grew, it spread,
Briefly sated by lovers embrace,
But growing yet again with renewed hunger,
And now as I stand within this inferno,
I smile and say aloud "she plays with matches"
John Matthews Jun 2019
Do you hear bells?
Your words escaped with a gentle urgency.
Our bodies glistening in the soft light.
I heard no bells.
I stopped and strained to hear anything over my quickened breath.
Over the roar of our passion burning hot,
I tried so hard to hear the bells over the battle drum that was my heart.
Boom boom boom.
But no bells.
I try again and strain my ears, struggling to hear the faintest ring.
Yet No bells.
I hear bells! you say with a passionate excitment.
I look up into you face.
My mind and body lost in a fog.
I feel myself begin to smile.
I see the way you glow.
As a smile slowly appears upon your face,
As my hand runs absently across your skin ,
I try again to hear the bells,
But no bells.
That night as I lay in bed alone,
Sleepless, My thoughts stuck on you
Your taste, your touch, the soft caress of your voice,
No bells.
I think back to the way you looked when you first asked "do you hear bells?"
The way you looked so excited, so awe struck, so beautiful,
That thought, that memory, hanging on as my eyes finally start to close.
And As I fall into a gentle sleep
I realize I can hear the bells.

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