Erotic

Girl with a tulip

Fire and Lace

Love is a storm

Thunder and lightening

Framed by quiet moonlight

A fusion of light 

Deeper than night

A sigh softer than cobwebs

Spun with anticipation.

I am lost in that dark

Dressed in satin and lace

Seduced by a spirit

Of fathomless fire

I curl to the touch

Of your fingertip.

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The Mystery

The mystery of your mouth and the smile

that flickers softly at your lips

is a poem of sensuality and mute suggestion;

you beckon me with all the quiet of your being,

replete with power - remote, innate.

You stare and flood me with soft suggestions;

I come to you like newly-lit fire -

all hungry leaping flame, lighting our night.

You are dark and your quiet being suggestive

of a thousand nameless pleasures,

lost in night’s dark territories of shadow and feeling

you become my being, exploring territories

uncharted of the soul’s dark wastes.

I am a new land, submitting to your plunder,

yielding you my secrets and treasures,

and you are lost in my forests and deepest canyons,

a wanderer under the stars of my darkest skies.

The smile in your eyes is a lover’s secret,

moth-like you tease the wings of my flames;

All honey and dark molasses these moments,

we are lost in the dark, in the desert,

in the swelling oceans of this deepest dimension.

The storm passes over, rains deluge our deserts,

sighs rise from the streams of our melody,

our song at last sung and completed.

Sweet is the sleep of the soul in such lands beyond caring,

when the heat of such sun yields to night’s soft repletion.

'The Kiss' (by Rodin) 

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When you were here

When you were here

calmness reigned across a timeless day -

as sunshine in a barely-clouded sky;

we lay together and long nights through

we breathed the dusk and purple scent

of love-lain sheets.

When you were here I touched you in the morning,

early before the dawn,

remembering the night we joined in kisses

and hungrier embraces -

savage caresses and wanton moments;

to lie at last in rest with arms enlaced,

you stroked me softly as a kiss and kissed me.

When you were here we danced to Latin rhythms,

wined and dined in lazy pleasure.

When you were here how could I dream

that time and distance could ever sever

in such completeness this unity -

as lost as paradise.

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