Poems of Desire
What is desire but the heart afire, and Love a vast forest willingly burning
Keeping It Simple
How tormenting
to bite My tongue;
smile a hollow smile,
and act as though we're best of friends,
yearning for her all the while.
I pine, I need,
I crave, I mourn,
yet am halfway consoled
by her graceful beauty,
that quiets My restless soul.
I'm damned to see
her halo and
her opalescent wings;
to hear angelic music
from her sweet voice as she sings.
I cannot touch
her heavenly body,
it is far too divine.
Suffice it then
to be the only One
who knows she's Mine.
Cunning Linguist
I stand three feet behind you
watching you type and
seeing that place on
your neck where
your hair stops
and your collar starts.
I want to shove
My face into it and
smell you and feel your
shivers when My hot breath
gives you goose bumps.
My mind traces
an invisible finger
around the front and
over your throat.
I can feel you swallow
when My touch makes you
catch your breath.
I am imagining your
naked, herbal-essence skin
melting under My finger.
Now, I am walking
around to the front of you;
seeing your look
of sudden surprise
and then cunning
when you realize I have
silently become naked too.
you didn't hear Me
undressing just behind you;
your constant typing
kept My secret.
But now,
the Cat's out of the bag
hehehe, so to speak.
I am a nude sculpture,
in the dark behind My eyelids,
as your hands close
around My Ivory hips.
you are pulling Me
towards you
your eyes raised to meet Mine,
then lowered again
to map out your Route.
The smirk crouching in the corners
of your mouth
reminds Me of a hungry hyena.
All I can do
is place My hands
on your shoulders,
so My knees don't betray Me.
And I stand here,
your dessert,
while you type.