As we lie dying
the little death,
pull me close
beneath your chin
and hold me tight.
Breathe me in,
feel my heat,
wear me warm
like a well worn blanket.
I will weave you a dream
of dyed wool, desert moons
and a Paiute wind.
I'll dream us through
this long night.
Wrap yourself in me
and rest easy.
Breathe me in,
sleep in me, wear me
like you need to.
And when you awake
I'll still be here
like the desert moon
in a Paiute wind.

r 7/15/14

She misses his delicious kisses;
relishes his teasing touches,
and wishes his seductive whispers
said in secrecy beneath sheets and covers
while limbs twist and spasm,
axis spring and swivel,
and torso arches and collapses
during shared soft and salacious caresses,
shall soon return in such sweetness
to serenade streams of heightened senses
causing erupting screams of
Yes,
Yes,
Oh, PLEASE,
YESssssses.

Lying in repose,
you are gorgeous,
a beautiful sight to behold.
I long to place
tender
wet kisses
upon your nice
succulent-*******,
while all the while,
strumming your harp
with my delicate fingers
& curling your toes.

Heat of our bodies...ignites flames of such passion...
as we hold each other so close....kisses so deep....
fingers explore skin....heightening our desire...
Oh how the hunger grows...
to play in the flames of carnal desire.....
taste of her skin....intoxicates the soul...
yearning for so much more....sharing the hearts affactions....
The sloping smooth skin of her bossom...
my hands gently ****** so lovingly....skin shivers under my touch....
souls and hearts open to each other.....
fingers and lips indulge in such pleasure.....upon this night....
We join as one...limbs locked around each other....
moving in synchronicty to our beating hearts....passion surging....
feel me baby...throbbing....thrusting....in the garden of your ***.....
friction between us....building an inferno of love's fire.....
succumb to our desires....we share our love....
our hearts explore desire's boundaries....
we serenade each other....in the sweet ecstasy of our love making....
forever bound in this love...forever cherishing each other.

Dancing beneath the stars,

intertwining,

becoming

more than we were

this morning.

Together

ruling

the world

if only in our heads.

Hands clasped together

holding on

for

dear life.

Erupting giggles

breaking through the silence of night

and

cricket songs.

Holding tight as we

explore

the earth

under it’s hazy blanket

of darkness.

Exploring

each other

tearing off layers of

innocence.

Bed of grass

laying still wrapped in

each other.

Gold and orange burst into the sky

exploding

through the dark.

Contended smiles

as you drive me home

and

I fall asleep

in the passenger seat.

The eyes always a window to the soul.......


Beautiful eyes
Begging me to stay
Sultry kisses
Take me away

Strong arms
Around my waist
Feeling their way
Without haste


Fingers explore
Soft and slow
Turning the heat up
As desire grows

Skin to skin
Falling to the floor
Lips to lips
Wanting more

Devouring each other
As carnal delight
Soft moans heard
All through the night

No one else exists
Just you and me
Bodies entwined
In pure ecstasy

So many pages on the floor,
which are mine and which are yours?
You once said,
I am a book with large font.
Sometimes I wonder
if I am just a book that speaks out loud.
That does the reading for you.
An audiobook?
You're a heavier book,
filled with calculated text
and silence-
but never any blank pages.
I hold you up to the light
to read while laying
and fall asleep
until I feel the weight escape my hands
and slam down
HARD
on my face.
Keeps me awake.
Keeps me in pain.
The only way I can read you right,
is from above.
But these torn pages read of only love.

you're a book that has been locked shut and the writer has swallowed the key. and i heard he's ripped out a few pages because they were tearing him apart knowing he wrote them, and because the thought of creating such a thing could drive any man insane. and legend says he doesn't remember when he wrote you, or what crawled into his head to make him want to write down what he did. but if somebody took the time to look at his handwriting, the way he dotted his "i's" and messed up on his "h's" because his hands were cramping from getting lost in you for so long and if you let somebody read every page, take the time to read everything that makes up you, dog ear your pages when they find something interesting and then go back and read the same sentence over and over again, and silently apologize when they have to put you down for the night, i think you could learn to understand that not everybody absorbs insanity quite like you.