Reckless

Tiptoeing
  through hallways
     and down stairwells
         into basements
   smelling of pizza
 and lust at 2:00 am
        melting into his sofa
     watching his eyes
 devour her with
         hunger and desire
      as he looked longingly
   at the supple curves
          of her young flesh
        begging to be
        schooled in seduction
 his desire unmasked
by the glow
   of the television
       experienced hands
 traveling to destinations
     only imagined
            in his lurid dreams
        and his tongue
  following suit
      bringing her innocence
                  …to its knees.

Loving Artist

You have painted
                      desire
    so beautifully
          on my skin.
Your fingertips
    making lovely brushes.
          Tools to share truth.
  Emotion easily spreads
      in colors and starbursts.
            Fluid lovingly glows.
My body is a palette.
           Your canvas.
   To mix
           and to blend
       with what you feel
   and where you have been.
Your experiences
          and your love for me,
    written gently on my skin.
You paint landscapes
      against my mountains…
  breathless and captivating.
         Longing
                   to be hiked
           by your skillful hands
         and ardent tongue.
In the dips of my valleys
  and rhythmic pulse
    of my natural stream
            you quake and peak.
Your deep brown eyes,
   both lustful spectators
       loving participants
in the art
      that you carefully create.
The cool shade of my shadow
      always offering
  a soft mound
       upon which you rest
                 your weary head.

(February 1, 2012)

Intoxication

Pulling me close
Your mouth merging with mine
Our lips and tongues
Dancing a dance of lovers intent.
So sweet and gentle.
Your taste, like your scent
Intoxicates me and feeds my addiction.

Your hands like warm butter
Gliding over my skin
Caressing me from head to toe.
Your fingers like magnets
To your favorite places
And mine
Just as well.
Kisses left artfully
here and there as you work
Your mouth exploring my body.
Your tongue on my thigh
Or lips around my nipples
Enciting pleasure, your hobby.

Your mouth slowly
Tracing its way to my lips.
Lips that cannot kiss back
Fingers gently gliding
And teasing
Until you finally succumb
To your own addiction
At last
I sigh
At a flick of your tongue.

(originally from December 4, 2011)