When the rains began to fall,
was she at all curious,
did she know
I would be right here,
where it is I always want to be,
this place, one night,
the first time,
when her eyes opened
to see him standing there,
laying next to her,
cradling every aspect of whom she might be,
in the moment,
in the quiet of a
When given license to explore
regions a man may only imagine,
when allowance a fingertip
might cause an unraveling passion,
there is little need for explanation,
only the source is a lovely fluid
motion, gives the senses reason
to entice that aspect of humanity,
will explosions enhance our climax.
There is a vague reality in the distinction
between love and sex. Where one
decides a motive is a self-driven
journey, another wishes only pleasure
to manifest itself in the eyes of a lover.
It is that deep delight when cast upon
our actions, when a touch, a twirl,
a slow methodical insertion can wake
that nirvana is delightful in presence.
Would that we might repeat ourselves
again, yes, once more, please, again, a
twilight response to evening’s reason.
Would that her desire begin to move,
as he himself feels this energy untapped.
Again, again, again, rest, taste, touch, breathe
a gasp will be suggestive in her eyes, his
draw to bring alive a new utterance,
a kiss, lips, alive we wish, please … again.