TEMPERATURE

I am going cold
Too cold perhaps, I don't think so.
It becomes necessary
After the moans for love 
And the touches for appreciation,
And getting none in return, it is necessary

You dip your head so far back as you arch your back
Hoping to distract yourself from getting too involved in the process
Removed from the emotions, the needs and the desires, the games, the taunts, the flirtations
That was then, this is now. And I'm just cold.

SPOKEN WORD

As i write,
I lean across a table.
As i write,
He leans with me.
As i write,
i feel his finger tips,
across my back and it lingers.


As i write,
He's loving me,
loving me, from the back of my neck to my tippy toes


As i write,
I know
As i write
I know he's going home
to some one else


As i write

JUST TALK

I think i am in dangerous waters.
Underneath my lashes, head slightly turned, i look.
You see, he can't see me, i won't allow him anyway.
Damn! i think he did just then.

I simply play out these moments
With imaginations, i simply cannot utter.
At this point, i can let him do anything
I mean, exactly anything
All of these while i stare underneath my lashes.

Should i say something ?
I know i can't, i won't
But he looks good though
I think he notices me.
Of course he does, look at that smile.......

He is my demon, in shining armor.

WET TREES

Its cool to touch, 
I love the sensation against my fingers, 
It honestly curls my toes. 
So I touch. 
I slide my fingers down, caressing it. 
Letting my fingers kiss every bead of clear liquid0 
I’m loving it and I haven’t even started. 
So I lean. 
I want more contact. 
Skin on skin, my tips get harder. 
I can’t believe this, it feels so good!................ 
………..But I think he needs my attention. 
He turns me on my back 
(It feels good on my back too) 
His elbows, my knees, my body tingles. 
Clear liquid trickles all over me 
I need this 
I love it 
What is it? 

PEACE

As I lie naked, I am well rested. 
it is in this state of vulnerability that I find peace. 
I am at home in my cocoon. 


As i lie in its softness, 
surrounded by words spoken in love, I have no fear. 
I am sheltered, protected. 
I am safe. 


As I lie in its whiteness, its purity. 
I know I am watched. 
This is beautiful. This where i want to be. 
I am safe in my cocoon. 


As i lie safe in my cocoon, 
surrounded by many promises, 
I will keep my eyes fixed on Him.

Hmmmmm.....

Many are the thoughts, as many as the caresses. 
From the nape of my neck to the back of my calves. 
Many are his words, that brings out our baser primal actions. 
My whole body vibrating from tingling sensations. 

Our lips, our tongues, our fingers, our sweat..... 
Something that feels this right can only be a gift from the gods themselves! 
Nevertheless this SHOULD end.... 

But damn, this man makes me want to write poetry