Archive for March, 2011

Dirt

It always starts so innocent, so coy

Like a high school girl asking a boy

For the second last dance of the night

And everything feels awkwardly right

She lays down on her side, him behind

Subtly and softly, his hands try to find

The points of interest her body bears

But making sure his hands go everywhere

Her breathing gets faster, sharp, short

Lust and desire, her senses begin to court

Every time his fingers find the right spot

Her body shakes as if she were just shot

She lifts her chest, and then her hips

Giving location hints without her lips

He notices the advice, but takes his time

Kisses her toes and begins to climb

Sensations from her feet rush to her heart

Back down her navel, to where legs part

Driven insane, throws patience to the wind

Clutches his hair, his head is pinned

Her tension is released, she cries out loud

He does everything to her he is allowed

He pins her down, becomes her master

She screams louder when he gets faster

He then slows and she cries in despair

He smiles at and loves her terrified stare

Begging him to resume the faster speed

Her submissive pleads are all he needs

She gasps for air, his hand obstructs flow

Making impossible the request “no”

Finding sinful pleasure in his actions

Shows her consent in abrasive reactions

Hours flash by like meaningless events

The dawn of morning, their night prevents

They stretch out this game until the Sun

Forces a rise and demands “you’re done!”

With one hard, single last gasp for breath

A cry of pleasure mimicking one of death

They both die for a moment, lose control

Feeling euphoria rush into body, mind, soul

Their brains are useless, body governs all

From their climax peak, they begin to fall

Like falling from plane, their senses simmer

Each light in the room gets slightly dimmer

In slow motion, her body embraces his

Wherever his mouth goes, her’s also is

They whisper and giggle in hushed tones

She nibbles his face, he traces her bones

A persistent warmth embraces them both

They marvel at their romance’s growth

Both are in heaven, ecstasy perfected

Denouement even better than expected

She looks into his eyes, deep and in awe

Wondering if this man carries one flaw

She cherishes his mouth, loves his hands

Loves the way he disables ability to stand

He holds her close knowing deep inside

This is the final place for his heart to reside

He knows she is something to keep forever

A connection like this you cannot sever

Hold her close he will for all days

And love her he will, in so many ways

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Day In, Day Out

He feels the skin on his arm become slightly damp

As he brushes proof of work from above his brow

He looks at his flesh cloth with today’s labor stamp

Machines down, muscles relax, it’s just her now

His drive home seems fast because of daily routine

Same lights, similar stops, revisited urban sights

Steps in his house, notices the hall floor unclean

Stores the memo, and turns on the kitchen lights

One point five hours to complete the tasks at hand

If he cooks the chicken now maybe time for a beer

He prepares as if for a special night he had planned

Yet it is so routine, his motive; vague and unclear

She arrives home, he hears her, he is now frozen

Takes in this moment of his beloved’s return home

No better satisfaction could he have ever chosen

Then breaks out of his momentary happiness dome

She puts away her affects, he pours her a glass of wine

She speaks to him, he listens like a dedicated student

Together they laugh, awkwardly pause, chat and dine

But everything he says, or does, for her, is prudent

They slip off to bed, bellies full and hearts content

He shows her a small flower he found on his break

Said it reminded him of her for its peachy scent

Their lullaby is the breathing from the love they make

Morning finds them tangled up like loose wire

The last residual sweat beads vanish into the air

Still slightly sore from last night’s lullaby of desire

Another night to which very few others could compare

But like some sick, cruel, burglary of malicious intent

This blissful indoor sunrise moment is taken away

With only two more minutes they would be content

Reluctantly he rises and prepares to begin the new day

Bags some food for his beloved’s lunch and snack

Leaves a note on the table with some silly loving words

Returns to the bed, kisses her softly, she kisses back

The next voices he hears are those of the morning birds

As he starts his car, another day’s monotonous routine

A life that, to some, would seem uneventful and plain

He looks at each day as the most beautiful he’s ever seen

Because he knows at the end of it, he’ll be with her again

 

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