I'm sorry but it's 5 AM
and all I can think of
is your warm soft hands
and deep wet mouth
leaning over my body
wishing it a good morning
with your talented tongue
starting the new day
the best possible way.

  ~mce

The image
Of your tongue
Gently caressing
My spine
While
You're pulling
My hair
From behind
Brings thoughts
To mind
That make
My heart race
And I'm sure
Nothing could replace
That emotion
As you trace
Little hearts
Down my chest
With your calloused
Fingertips
Or that look of lust
That appears
With every
Sway of my hips
Or how the sight
Of me
Licking my lips
Makes you
Lose control
And you
Don't even know
How often
These images appear
But for now
It's just dreams
Until you're here
Holding me
Touching me
Kissing me roughly
Squeezing me
Pounding me
Biting be softly
I just can't wait
Until these dreams
Become my reality

Lost nights begin when my memory slowly starts to fade,
And give way to the thoughts that my heart invades
But I can't forget the pain and realize the memories are to blame
Life has a funny way of showing you all the things you can't change
And love has a beautiful way of letting you know, you'll never be the same

Tea Leaves

The house seemed so small.
Yet here in my memory as a child
so very long ago it was always huge.
I walk through the rooms .
Familiar as they always were.

I can almost hear your voice
Calling me to the table.
Or to get ready for bed.

The packing had almost finished
Everything in boxes that would
never be opened again.

In your old kitchen I pack the
dinnerware that had had carried
our sustenance until I was an adult.
Piece by piece
I carefully place them in the box.

Then I find your tea cup
The one you used faithfully
each day of your life.
It still had a single tea leaf
Dried and on the rim.
Where your lips had been.

That is when the grief hit me
as it had never done before.

Her laughter floated,
like smoke on the wind.
All grace and beauty as it danced in the sun.
Short lived and,
short tasted before it dissipates.
Yet,
for all the music held within her voice,
the melody held delicate notes,
of heartache,
of sorrow.
I could always hear between the lines.
She made me cry while I smiled.

Let our conversations
Morph themselves
Into the words of my poetry
Let our jagged breathing
Be the tune
To which people sing these words.

Let the glitter in your eyes
Shine right through
The abyss in my soul
Let the hope of this new found love
Give light to those who have lost
And will be found again.

Let our love
Transcend through all the boundaries
And heartbreaks of the past
Let this love be the grace
That provides buoyancy to the hearts
Heavy w scars

Let our shyness
Melt along with these burning stars
Till the sun dawns
And in your arms, the day starts.