Your smell after that cold shower Splashes your cologne’s musky scent Into my heart’s weakest refrain It awakens senses wisely buried I can no longer help myself As Sunday night rips into Tuesday’s unrest Fatigue and warm desire subtly &softly collides
I want to say I love you In the most poetic of ways Using words like tendrils and lilacs My brown face blushing masked passion and desire On the coldest and darkest of warm summer days I want to say I love you Without being blunt and abrupt Using words like my bosom &fleshy heart beating fast as one Whenever you are near Tingles erupting way down and below I want to say I love you In the most romantic of ways Using raindrops and lullabies Soft spoken words &gentle sweet rhymes Syllables broken off in perfect vibes Just as clouds start to echo in thunder Lightning like paparazzi bulbs flashing you to my heart Silent rain drizzling down fast I want to say I love you In the most poetic of ways So I juggle silent words in my heart Open my brown eyes and like fire Blaze affection into yours Knowing no words were ever necessary
The thirst grows with each drop of snow Bumps like tiny points blanket in & around my inner thighs And tight hips Love and lust growing with each chill... Puffs of thick white air fill the outside scene And my cold sore lungs rise in anticipation Ample bosom beating faster than normal This wait for spring’s blossom and renewal is far past its prime
Shapely legs of summer rain walked slowly past the corridor of my icy heart soothing soft as satin silk on my smooth shaded skin my icy heart faded to null& roamed right into your 12o'clock arms of spring pretty pink petals dancing before my grey colored eyes your scented steps left a trail of scintillating rainbow
This most unusual January drizzles In the midst of Chicago’s weird winter Caresses my body warmly Like your tongue on my navel’s midsection My core glows at the thought Of this errant delight
I like words, and long runs I like books, and good food I like this, and sometimes that And what do you know Lately, I find I like you
Traces of you & our mid-afternoon antics flush color to my pale cheeks Blushing red in contained excitement I smile wide and loud As I remember us and those things we did
I take advantage of these thoughts Turning them into words Some loves are meant for the pages Like ours repeatedly writing itself You and I Fill the empty spaces Every magical encounter a verse A chapter or book in the making
He came over for a cup of tea On a cold Sunday morn This tall dark drink of coffee Our future was spelled out in my green and his earl grey(tea) A (sly)smile of seduction forming & sealing his fate shut Cookies crumbled under warm tea biscuits When our quiet eyes finally met… The unfolding story begs to be continued... *Please feel free to offer criticisms, this is a freshly baked poem...*
I am a sucker for warm cornbread Passion for it rising from within to my hips Warmly intense in its soft smoothness like milk Every bite is lust sweetly swallowed Then there is you Walking in In the midst of it all And once again like before you arrived Passion starts rising This time from my hips swayed and corked straight to the left Where you dark brown eyes now rest Like that warm cornbread…
