Digits of Pleasure

Motionless, the lotions, the oils, candles lit, scene set,
Wanting to please you with every movement.
Slow, soft, rapid, rough, tension released with every rub.
Shoulders loose, looking at me while I begin looking at you.
Heart rate removed from a snail's pace,
Accelerated chasing another escape.
Inching each digit closer to passion's cavern.
Candles blown, a silhouette of you shimmering,
Alone in this quest to bring goose bumps
From your toes to your chest.
Fingers circling love's cave of desire,
Heated, warm enough to start a fire,
Humid enough to slip and fall.
Digits crawl and explore each crevice,
Breathing intensifies, a strong release, loud cry, and a gasp.
Glad I could satisfy; for you had a long day at work and
All I did was dream of you all day and think about tonight...

Goodnight

The lure of your perfume looms
In the room for hours.
The flowers, in a vase laced
With love that I used
To chase you have been placed
On the dining room table.
Able and willing to take them
But you chose to leave them
There as a constant reminder
To me that you don't care.
Aware of this, prepared to take in,
Soak in all of this,
I insist that you not leave.
Believe you, until the night falls
And I awake to know you achieved flight.
Goodnight.

Walking Away

Shadows from the destiny
That once followed
My restless thought process.
Obsessed with the desire
Of flesh right next
To every step taken.
Shaken from the lure of
The forgotten tedious
Measures taken to
Recover from pleasures
Of the past.
Wrap the hour glass
Of time with traps
From nightmares of the mind.
Find you, blindfold me
As tacks align the baron floor.

Lure me towards pain
That you consider
Fun and games.
Maintain sanity as
Blood rains on the tile border.
Order me forward
As the blind fold is lifted.
Twisted, insane is you again
For thinking I would look
That way as I say
Shadows of the destiny
That once was have finally vanished.
As I manage to grip reality
Casually walking away
From you
Once again...

Nothing

I can see your image
In this empty glass jar.
I feel your breath on my neck.
The reflection of you
Piques my curiosity.
Looking behind
I see nothing.

The mirror is hazy but
I can still see your reflection,
I feel your touch on my back.
As I relax and look behind,
I see nothing.

Walking by the pond
Watching water ripple.
I visualize your impression within.
I feel your heart beat
Inside my left palm.
I'm calmed by this,
Then look behind,
I see nothing.

Something always
Reminds me of you.
The empty jar,
The mirror,
Or pond water.
I wish a thousand times
You wouldn't go.
Now, the thought
Of you haunts my
Restless soul.
I feel nothing...

Spit & Rinse

Lonely,
Craving you once again.
How do I succeed in
Pulling you away
When you push so close?

Lonely,
Needing you right now.
Could I wait to feed
This addiction of you
That my body hosts?

Lonely,
Knowing we could never be.
But maybe just maybe
We can be together this one last time.

Lonely,
Experiencing visions of your love.
I want another memory of
You so I don't feel so blind.

As I awake to the poison
You infested my mind with,
I realize that all I needed
To do was spit and rinse
To take the taste of
You out of my mouth.