I love it...

I feel your hands in my hair.

I feel your breath on my neck.

I feel your body pressed so close to mine.

I feel your lips on my throat.

I feel your hands move to my back and your lips work their way up to mine.

I feel you and I love it.

I hear you say you love me.

I hear you whisper my name.

I hear you tell me I'm the only one for you.

I hear your breath in my ear.

I hear your soft breaths as I fall asleep.

I hear you and I love it.

I see you as I run into your arms.

I see your face break through my world of darkness.

I see you fight away my fears.

I see you wipe away my tears.

I see you're in love with me.

I see you and I love it.

I taste your lips.

I taste your tongue.

I taste your throat as I kiss it.

I taste your love.

I taste your passion.

I taste you and I love it.

I smell your perfume as I hold you.

I smell your shampoo as I hug you.

I smell your toothpaste as I kiss you.

I smell your excitement as you cuddle me.

I smell the smell I've been waiting so long to smell.

I smell you and I love it.

I feel you.

I hear you.

I see you.

I taste you.

I smell you.

I do all these things and I love it.

I'm finally with you.

You're finally here.

I love it.

I love you.

I write because...

I write because I can

I write because I will

I write what's on my mind

And I write that with a quill

No need for memory

Or any sign of sin

Just some words from my mind

And here's where it begins

I sit in a room of hurt and dispair

Maybe start writing about that girl crying over there

She seems so lifeless, tired and weak

With long black and red hair covering her face while she weeps

They aren't always right

They aren't always true

They aren't always about me

Not all about you

But they're about something

I'm yet to find out what

They come from my mind

Sometimes from my heart

I can write of love

I can write of pain

I can write of hate

I can write in vein

But one thing I can't do is say what I know

Because that young girl crying could ruin the show

The one in the corner with the black and red do

That one about the crying is about me not you.

Helen's Daughter...

Skin-thrill in touch.

Heart-catch and breath held.
Watch her lips as she drops words,

eat them and her mouth both.

There lies all of her for me to taste.
She hides in my heart,

peeks out and surprises me.
I dream of futures in kaleidoscope senses.

Soft conversations and the smell of rain,
warm hearth-fire nights and summer sun
caught in leaves and brown hair.
Laughter and whispers and soft sighs from her hands on me.
Want lies heavy between my legs.

Love lies somewhere else.
The intangible Real.

My body knows only a wall-shadow of that truth,
but in the shadow is the Form of Beauty.

I was in love with Helen's daughter.

I dream of wind swept,

swooping turns,

fingers stretched in longing -
Freedom eludes me.

My wings are clipped,

feet jessed.
I fly no more.

There is a rhythm in the hitch of your breath that marks time in the
percussive beat of arousal.
My tongue flutters against slick skin,

tasting the sharp, splintering bite of woman spice
and your hips arch against my mouth,

kissing me with intimate lips.

Drops of you
fall on me
like the contents of a cauldron of molten chocolate
soul-opening.

But sometimes you cut me
with sharp obsidian eyes
so I flee.

Don't follow
or you'll devour me...