Dormant frigid
winter days
passions fogged
in chilling haze
you stand there
in midnight blue
shimmering in
a silver dew
take me in your
gentle grasp
softest touch that
makes me gasp
gentle maiden
thaws the ice
warming me
it feels nice
thaw my body
warm my soul
heat the phallus
seize control
ignite in me
burning desire
juices flow like
sap afire
your blazing pot
melts winter's cold
a woman's wants
expressed so bold
contained inside
your well so sweet
warm juice erupts
the act's complete
and moods recalled
Virgin's Innocence
If I touched you there at all
would you tell me if I'd found
that special place where your
woman's desire first leaped
beyond your girlish mind
Perhaps it was a spot behind
your ear, you know that place
when kissed just right your
body first surprised you
with a jittery quiver
Or maybe it was the bottom
of your right breast when
cupped in a young man's
fumbling hand as a shuddering
sigh escaped your lips
If a deep soul kiss from my
two lips produced an eerie
unfamiliar moan that
disappeared as you learned
more would you respond
I could allow a wandering hand
to drop beneath your waist and
cup your woman's buttocks
in some clueless adolescent way
that makes you shake
Tracing X's and O's across the
surface of your lower thigh or
figure eights or S's near the
edges of your panty line
dislodging memories for you
A proper daughter once again
the one who hid the rising
passion sparked by some
lucky touch upon the surface
of your exposed knee
Perhaps with boldness when
my hands creep up beyond
that hemline just to sweep
the warming moistness from
the smoothness of your hips
if I should rest my hands upon
the silk or denim at your center
then would you be prone to
open or would some resurgent
fear evoke a feeble
make change seem sad sometime
Passion Recalled
What did you do to drive fun phone numbers from my mind? It seems so long ago that you were that mesmerizing angel that slowly took my soul. Time spent learning and discovering the essence of your being was perhaps the most creative period of existence for us both.
What was it that made us mesh so perfectly? Two young people inexperienced in life. A man with lust raw and powerful, a woman yet to know her body or understand her needs.
Each pore alive with passion screaming out to learn.
The passing years have spawned excuses that seem to define the very structure of the ardor that remains. Aging parents, money, kids, career and flagging desire. Is it what is left that fails to satisfy, or what is now missing that we can not recall?
I wonder what could happen if for once the rules did not accompany us to bed. No limits, no restrictions, the sense of adventure that drove fun phone numbers from my mind. Remember what it was to shock orgasmic spasms from my body? Remember how you sought to find new levels of arousal each time we stole moments together?
What must it take for a spouse to remain a lover who offers fresh discoveries? What must one do to spark the passion that dating and the unknown once defined? Are these feelings lost forever to the married couples we become? Can you somehow still drive fun phone numbers from my mind?
