Dear Heart
since you smiled at me
I know longer have to wonder
what it feels like
to touch the clouds

~V

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How I need your touch
Lover, I fairly tremble
Please return to me

~g~

Almost...

In the temple of sweat
Two shadows on the near wall
Are plunging and grasping
Connected in fragile chaos
Close as pages in a book

Blizzard Warning

Let the snow slice across the window
Let the wind scream in angry protest...
We are huddled safe, warm
Under the soft flannel sheets
Flesh to flesh, breath to breath
Heartbeat to heartbeat
As you move dexterously within me
Moaning your release into my ear
And I scream in ardent pleasure...
As my nails slice across your skin.

Phone Sex

Tonight...

the molten honey of your voice will enrobe my skin
oozing along the smooth folds of my secret cleft
insinuating itself between my ears
to sweetly glaze my throbbing brain

decadent and thick
sticky and electric
pressing me heavily
urging
insisting
to the whiteout place that waits
the realm of screaming nerves
of clenching thrashing gasping
gushing wetness
taut skin

Release...

i will crash
dazed and blissful
into your soothing murmured words
the arms and chest and lips
that catch and cradle
and bring me home

My Muse

I thought the poetry was gone...
Until her tongue plunged into my mouth
and her lips
pulled
from the throbbing head of my manhood
Similes
vivid
as dreams of monsoon wetness

I thought I was lost
until
I found myself
in the tangled
plunging
shadows on the wall
and
heard the music
of Our sweaty
slapping
gasping flesh

Echoing in my soul