Tight, pink and wild, they sway to a gentle movement
stretched over a bed large enough to satisfy anyone.
Only the gentle sound of sighs broke through the silence of the morning,
as an accompaniment to the soft sound of the amber flesh
used to arouse and awaken.
Oh, to taste from tip to toe.
Of knowing when to start,
to sharing what you know.
Fruit always tastes sweeter in the glimmer of first light.
When hands, fingers, mouths are slow and bodies are tight.
To taste the flesh with the tip of a tongue,
To open and reveal,
To caress, to excite, a simple touch of delight.
You Say you want to Break Up
‘Break up’, you say you want to ‘break up’. I would fall apart, fall to pieces, become a fragment in your story. Do not fracture my heart, shatter my illusions or splinter my soul.
You say you want to break up.
Perhaps we could explode, blow up or blow ourselves apart; better than letting it crumble, deteriorate, decay, decompose at a slow, slow pace.
I don’t want to rot in your memory, perish the thought, or collapse into an emotional wreck.
You were such a wonderful degenerate in bed; I think we should teeter toward an informal bust up, rather then be smashed to smithereens.
I say I want to break up.
It started with a strawberry, cream and grapes.
It swayed to the beat of possibilities, subtle possibilities.
A short line here, an extended line there, a pause.
Suddenly it received a second rush of energy
with the arrival of a mango.
It developed and drifted onto a higher plane
but later the rain pushed in, the energy drained away.
Later it came, with the wave of a steady hand, to a satisfied conclusion.
The Conversation – two
It started with a stroll through the park,
then quickly developed into a situation which created a spark.
A thought passed through a mind to excite, to receive an invite.
Someone not too far away imagined cries, deep sighs, a movement over thighs
as the situation meandered through non verbal communication.
Remember the lost lover’s lament
Be kind, turn on a mind, let a seeker find.