The immersion of
oneself in another
beleaguers
mind body and
soul; ameliorating
one's aplomb...engulfed

He came in the middle of night
slid beneath sheets; hands
groping as he whispered, what
he'd do while stifling feared
screams.

Tears rolled as mind cried out,
crawling inwardly; as life drained
of color, losing self in mist of
dawn when he finally grunted
his own satisfaction.

Laying finger to lips as if, kissing
soul to pleasured damnation,
whispering again to not tell anyone
or he'd do worse things whenever
he came to my room.

In mind I shut self in a prison all
my own; withdrawn as no one
notices change in demeanor, I
suffer nightly...alone...touched

he laid hands and lips upon
canvas of aching nakedness

igniting...

wanton hunger; pressing into
my palate; fingers painting tender
curlicues with subtle strokes

tracing...

each line and curve, tongued
with passions ink as climactic
quivers, pause; nipping as I

ebb and flow...

he rides in cresting waves, teased,
seduction blankets our embrace;
firmness delves deep...as breath escapes us

scarlet lace lays puddled at our feet

Witnessed her imperfections
first time I laid eyes upon the
beauty of her, but, those
memories hurt to allude to;
when I envision our times
collectively, mind body and
soul feel the loss of her.

Fore, each passing day I
still absorb the scent of her,
lingering against the breadth
of me as if, she's still laying
here next to me; I thought
loving her deeply would keep
her sated, always by my side;
suffice to say I realized I've
been living a lie.

Too abashed by my love so,
openly annihilated; I cringe
within, but, I'm released of
this burden as her words
echo in my mind as that one
facet of her showed no
remorse letting go of us.

infinity expands beyond
the penury of wanton
hunger in his eyes

knowing...

I'll lay prone as he
tastes my last breath,
beginning to end

bending...

me gently in position;
persuasion giving
pleasurable warmth

folding...

within his heat one
touch at a time as his
consumption left
me

trembling...

fore, he's all I know
as the sun sets
whispering our love

beckoning...

from our soul to feel
wants cling in between
lust and need as sunbeams
slide across the breadth
of Us

complete...

and the last rays ebb behind
the horizon; eclipsing between
uttered sighs and hungry kisses

buried in the essence of Us...

deep down inside I knew
it was nowhere else to
turn; I'd lost the feel of his
words against the breadth
of me.

into my pillow I'd bury each
drip of saline's onslaught;
as it burrowed its waterfall
in every vessel of my heart.

and...

I'd decolorize into recesses
of self; left to mourn in solitudinous
pain, longing for a touch or
glimpse of masculine beauty.

beauty...

that once awakened every
fiber of my being with just
a slip of syllabic utterings.

which...

I miss, fore, he'd breathe
the epitome of love's need
and want, just by his presence.

now...

I dwindle within as I try in vain
to revive what once use to be
the beginning and end of love.

his words against the breadth of me...

As night fell, winds whispered his
name; I curled into its breeze as
each leaf danced in syllabic count
with each breath he'd breathe.

I'd smile as he'd toss and turn
emanating masculinities
ambrosia, fingertip tracing
lightly as not to awaken him,
absorbing the moment of us.

Fore, I know there'd never be
another that can arouse emotive
ruminations of him and I as I look
upon his slumbering countenance.

Wanting to slide within his warmth,
embracing the ambiance of what
we have between us, an affinity
of lifetime entwined.