When that beautiful smile
lands on your radiant face
When my uncertain hands
find the curve of your waist
When our curious tongues
fill the in-between space

      These are the things
       that make my heart race

Those soft loving fingers
as they trace poems on my chest
Those enrapturing eyes
how they leave me refreshed
Those bountiful lips
and their quiet caress

       All the ways you amaze me
       I may never express

i thought i finally knew love
when i shared myself with you
it was the love of wild
not the love of mind
and i had no clue
i thought it would last
but with days it went so fast
with every kiss you gave
a new life i grasped
your sweet watering mouth
satisfied my endless thirst
the anger you held
and all the manly hood
made me do everything i wasn't allowed to
you had no boundaries
and i watched amazed
your muscles and your beard
i thought could keep me safe
and every touch of yours
gave me a  shot of life
the euphoria of your lust
kept me very close
i still remember how good it felt
oh how could i forget
but for another i won't pursue
now i look for a love of mind
rather than someone like you

Wanton moonlight,
filtered through a fine white net
of cirrocumulous clouds,
so delighted by their caresses
splashing noiselessly
in to the blue pool,
wears an alluring tiara,
a crust created by fine foam,
does a squiggly dance
in the heart shaped pond,
where waves make beams
swing around non stop.
The silver white lilies,
one by one touched by this magic,
comes alive, open their eyes
drink from the fountain of
moonlight and join the dance.

The love pair, in their nocturnal
love games are lubricious to the core
having lost their hearts to both
the ethereal beauty and the arrows of cupid

You say that you love me.
But I know it isn't true.
For you only say you love me,
Because I say that I love you.

miss
the smell of baby neck and
***** handprints at **** level from
damp and funky hugs fresh from outside...
two against one
wrestling matches and
hide-and-go-seek in
closets and clothes hampers with
indian war paint
made of toothpaste...
Lifetime-Channel-cries (for her)
with crab legs and scrimps... and
steak and Stone Cold Steve Austin (for him)
cuz "real men (even little ones) eat beef"... and
don't do Lifetime Channel...
the sometimes uncomfortable feel
of heartfelt children's advice
as only they can give it
basic and to the point...
laughing... and sometimes crying
but laughing again
eventually...
oh
how i do miss
that which was
in its time
so taken for granted...
gone for good
into their audacious
adulthood