“A Long Musk”

“A Long Musk”

Let’s go down to that secret place.

That place where you can be who you want to be.

Who you are?

Where we can revel in the glory of attraction and anticipation.

Bated breath.

Sweat.

Chest to breast.

Bold biology.

Fulfillment.

Elbows, lips, pliable flesh.

Pink, purple, red, mocha.

Salt kisses, fingers submerged.

Dainty fingertips gliding along the periphery.

Sweat, warm wetness.

Pushing through.

Resistance.

Momentum.

Breathless butterflies.

Connected solely through electric fingertips.

Fingerprints intermingle, DNA altered.

Traveling towards the event horizon, no reset.

Skillful ravaging.

Contentment.

Certain.

Invasive intimacy.

Waves, waves, waves.

Eyes locked.

Final approach.

Hushed encouragements increase the urgency.

Swollen to a point of burst.

A civilization in its ascendency and decline, in one moment.

Palms slapping the top sheet.

Final advances assured.

Bucking.

Thrashing.

Grinding.

No stopping the launch sequence.

Liftoff.

Traveling up into and becoming one with the atmosphere.

Eventually escaping gravity, and floating.

Floating…floating.

A sweet reverie, wrapped in languid limbs and surrendered kisses.

An expanding universe that ends and begins in the loins of lovers searching for meaning.

What If ?

 

kiss

Fear of lust, on my mind.
I will bust, given time.
A steamy kiss, once in a dream.
Might be remiss, or so would seem.
If I relent, and sate desire,
Passion spent, building fire.
Pleasure bought, leads one astray.
Deny want, another day.
Sometimes lust, stifled now,
Enhances trust, but furrows brow.
Fearing lust, is fearing life.
Release, a must, inviting strife.

 

 

Succumbing To It

I meet her mouth and taste her lips.

Cough medicine kisses.

Lingering, fluid and staunch.

Stretching, compressing, retching, professing, ingesting.

Her taut skin contains a map of a place I’d never been.

My soul weighs more at death because my life insisted upon hoarding hardened happenstances.

I pushed my luck when engaging chance, a mistake that has sown happiness.

Although, in truth, I didn’t try that hard.

I just pressed for my due and proper.

Time passed me by, indifferent to my weak gravity.

I drain slowly into her, and allow what little force I have left to ebb.

Her eyes, windows through which I’m seen, but can’t view past.

They turn me inward and I feel the seer of a hot volcanic blue conscience.

She brings me to the edge, then slowly over.

It’s in this instant, that I realize I have been on both sides all along.

I just couldn’t see it.

My last kiss, better than the first, will forever put me at odds with fulfillment.

Chasing a myth that became my reality.

Heroine ain’t got nothing on the eternity of the void.