fingers to feeling

show me your appetite,

start with the tip of your tongue to taste

then bring full palette to develop your senses.

use your curiosity baby.

fingers to feel, eyes to discover, lips to indulge.

do this for me.

find yourself, slow and sweet like honey dripping down my spine

to soak my center deep with ache.

then twist me slow.  find out all that flavor thats hiding inside.

show me you’re hungry and dying of thirst.

then, let me be your addict.

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Give me something to breathe in.

Something deeper than just the smell and taste of your skin.

I want something to reach for.

Want more than sweet vibrations that cascade around my body.

Play me a sweet sound.  Skin on skin, iridescent in sweat and saliva.

Bring me your kaleidoscope that bleeds colors so deep I can taste them.

come on baby, bring me to my knees.

you’re somewhere

I want someone that wants me always. No matter the difficulties, no matter the bridge to cross.

I want someone that’s not afraid of their burning desires.

Eagerly taking big steps to find the light at the end of an unknown tunnel.

I want to find and see and touch that bravery.

You are real, aren’t you?

And you’re somewhere out there looking for me too.

for good measure

you remembered who i am, didn’t you?

not just an object of exploration,

but a reality with ties.

life loves to deliver us reminders.

notes dropped in a hat box full of possibilities.

all those hats just keep hiding, quietly.  patiently.

you don’t know the potential do you?

i’ll still wait for you to crack the flood line open full of distilled pleasures.

love likes to disappoint you over and over and once more for good measure.

glove compartment full of desire.

the feeling still lingering between my thighs.

one day i’ll bloom the case.

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give me foresight

as i find myself in front of a once locked door now swung wide open,

i’ve become immediately enthralled with your newness and curious enough to decide to step inside and see whats to discover.

its vulnerable i present to you the possibilities of peeling away layers, desperate in lust and wanting to learn more.

a magic seed was randomly planted, and you’re fortunate i’m giving you an option to make it bloom.

but i know my limitations.  i am locked in disabilities that won’t expect you to understand.

or be comfortable or able to mold with.

so please give me clarity, show me who you are.  tell me your boundaries.

and i’ll willingly swim in your waters.

let it last

simulative fingers feel pain,

as you hear your own heart beat,

as you imagine crawling… climbing up and out.

you stop.

you look down at your own hands as they hold each other,

wrapping each other,

soothing each other,

as if your knuckles would have been bleeding.

you sit.

what an imaginative world we play.

with all the heart ache, and all that pain.

you find yourself sitting, playing, praying, hoping.

you find it.  in all this while,

it’s been quietly waiting for you to realize

everything you have already known.

it’s almost like the light turned on.

pistol

this heat inspires a pistol on fire

delicate in a cutting frame.

and you know

i can blame no one else but me.

on a pedestal of fabric,

make the aches grow weary

make your parts work for me.

oh god what can i become.  i enjoy this movement too much.

hopeless soul may never do good for you.

we

we move in slow motion

with built up behavior that leaves us nothing

but confusion and desire.

we slip through dark nights

hiding the fire that melts us together.

we fall into silence, these moments with eyes connected

and blooming

all the need

all the denial

all the question of what should be’s and could have’s.

then you leave me cold in a question mark,

wrapped up sheets.

weak in your hands that walk away from me.