shall i strip myself bare
letting those committed to jealousy
see the things in me
that were never there
though they won’t bother
to scratch beneath the surface  
to see i have purpose
in this icy netherworld
to live a life in love
so i let go of those  
who choose to
never see me

I’m learning to become adept
at not looking at everything
through a microscope in depth
embracing the moment
when my body sings
the praises of his silken touch
his charms and wicked demands
knowing full well that insomuch
I’m wearing his words as pearls
which is exactly how I like it

~
Romantics find her flawless
and the mystics find her wise.
The ancients found "The Huntress"
in her sharp and searching eyes.
Italians say "bela luna"
when they look at her and sigh.
The cavemen painted pictures
as they wondered at the sky.
The moon has many faces
and her light's a work of art...
And to the simple poet...
she is tonic for the heart.
~

I will honor you like my wand,  
swirling sweet music all around,
to sing to the stars and far beyond,
all the while our entwined souls
dance on our cosmic playground.

I will play a lover's melody,
mesmerizing in sweet sensuality,
erotically encapsulated
in a harmonizing of intensity,
building pressure as we flow,
climaxing with a brilliant glow.

The stars will open up
a space for us to shine
for a constellation
of our own
lover's design.

You are my midnight madness
A lover in my dreams
A rewinding case of happenstance
That’s never as it seems

Yet still, such lust soaked visions
Fly free into the night
And I refuse to seek the dawning
Unprepared to meet the light

So lost in moonlit whispers
A forbidden serenade
Where echoes paint the shadows
Like a dream in masquerade

And just as waning slumber
Creeps slow around my door
I resist the rising consciousness
Hungry still, wanting more

I revel in our passion
A frenzy cloaked in black
Such sweet intoxication
No cause for looking back

You are a twilight fancy
A relentless fantasy
A ghost that haunts my stillness
A flame that cannot be

Yet, how I love the falling
How the whispers sweetly stream
You are my Phantom calling
Always in my dreams…

You approach me
i feel that look of
Justice in Your eyes
though blind by Your tie
around my sullen eyes
i’m tethered to the bed
splay for Your display
“i’ve been naughty, i know,”
i say, lowering my head
and though You know
how sensitive i am
i must be taught firmly
i feel Your grasp
around my throat
i shiver at Your touch
of glowing hands
scalding hot
You release
moving slowly
down my curves
i feel every hesitation
with pain and pleasure
anticipation
my moans just a whisper
as Your fingers
twist my *******
lingering for a moment
before Your wet lips
kiss my stinging nip
i feel my wetness
in an instant
i wonder at Your pleasure
You pour hot oil
upon my tender flesh
i cringe, at first
and then melt
‘neath Your caress
pain and pleasure
“time to turn you over
naughty girl”
flip and belly flop
arms stretched high and wide
ankles spread secure
to the corners below
Your tongue a whisper
a wondrous tone
a trace at the crevices
down below
i feel Your tenderness
though i know
where this will go
Your hand dipped
in the caldron
of my *******
i sense your hand
raise to the heavens
i am stubborn
a lesson to learn
i refuse to brace
feeling the full
wake embedded
on my cheek
imprinting Your sting
so i don’t forget
forever seared ...
as I awake from a dream,
sweaty and breathless, wet
a fantasy so vivid
I couldn't close my eyes
without hearing his voice
It frightened me,
enraptured,
obsessed with a world
I had only glimpsed
in my dreams