My Mistress

No one has to know
What we did last night.
The flow of our weakness,
The bond between us,
Can remain tight.
Remain friends,
No jealousy in
This heart of mine.
The stars were aligned,
The shine of the moon,
The sweet gentle caress
From you still excites,
The swoon of yours,
The lights, the way you
Were on all fours
With that arch in your back.
What I had in store
Might of been
What you longed for,
The reason you relaxed.
Your lure, the inhibitions,
The cold touch of
Kitchen marble floors,
Your wishes, the sweet
Taste of kisses,
The one night you
Became
My Mistress.

Holding Back

Frustration exudes the surface below. Excludes the purpose of how we flow, how we go into an entangled state of delusions with our minds filled with confusions as hormones race. Keep up the pace at a state that can only lead to explosions within minutes of our touch. So much withheld, so much kept a secret as slowly our minds trickle to our thirst filled mouths the truths from below. As they are heard, as they are whispered, nothing can guard our fears of how far this can go. Slowly, my right hand traces the arch of your back. Relax the state of mind. Find the stacks of stored heat that is ready to be released by me. Slowly the breath begins to deepen. Seeing the mind, soul, and heart weaken. Cracks slowly lace the cement filled heart from a sharp unnatural arch from your back. Goose bumps begin to form popping any hesitation tacks away from the map that is your body. Don't fight it, please stop holding back...

I can hear the screams of pain that haunts. Years at the gauntlet of tauntery, the garden of eden is where you should be. Walking amongst angels but I clutch you hoping for a piece of heaven to rub upon me. Your shoulders, so softly compliment the breasts, enhancing the size of your chest. It's not about lust today, it's about trust. I trust you to trust me in it's truest form of this debauchery. I want to be the masonry of pleasure, using my hammer to please every part of you, sculpting the master piece of love we both share. Shall I dare work upon those delicate calves, massaging every stress filled fiber working my way to the feet. I won't tickle you, it will pleasure me, to pleasure every part of you. To do what hasn't been accomplished in years of solitary, trapped in a prison closed off from your own sin. Untouched because years of torture brought fear of pleasure and I dare not escort you to the bedroom for tears come up in your eyes on that day. But today is a new day as cracks lace the cement filled heart and goose bumps form to pop any hesitation tacks away from the map that is your body. Don't fight it, please stop holding back...

Forget Me Not

I look upon the floor
That has a picture of you,
Of me, torn in half,
No longer whole.
I look into your eyes
Once again,
Why does this have to be?
I've never felt so much pain,
As I grab that picture of you,
Spark the Bic,
The bottom corner of you lit,
But who is really to blame?
I feel lame laying next to you
As flames engulf your face.
An ash tray in place of
Where your heart used to be,
Throwing the rest of you in it.
I must forget you,
You've forgotten me already.

Face of New

I can see the glow, the blushing as I'm rushing to you. Calling my name in feverish angst. It's been too long since I've seen that grin. You decided to come out on a whim. Always glad to see you again. I can't pretend no longer that these feelings grow never thin. I may only have lint to my name but no reason to not have fun. Too much to gain. I blame no one for the lost communication. As my heart begins racing, I ask this question. As you pause, "Have you thought about me as much as I have about you? If so would you give me this honor of becoming the lost piece of my life's puzzle?"

The room grows...
SILENT.