My Treasure

Lust awakened once again.
Re-enter a conquest
from six years past.

My skin recalling
his touch.
A primal throb
deep within me
thrusting me back into his arms.

His mouth upon me
adept in his skill,
rapidly overcome by wave after wave,
I lose myself, head fuzzy, body twitching,
basking in the afterglow of orgasm.

My body still wet and wanting,
he enters and fills me.
Each thrust reawakening my desires
for this.....raw passion.

Intense pleasures
experienced with no other,
given to me repeatedly
with no expectation of reciprocation.

Such a treasure I have found in a man.
His goal is to please me;
to indulge me in the pleasures of the flesh,
no strings attached.

My body begs for more
when we are apart.
Addicted to the high he gives me,
I go into withdrawal,
pacifying myself
until next we meet.

Sweet

You have moved on.
Smitten with another.
Thoughts of us far away now.

I'm genuinely happy for you.

My heart aches no more
for you,
but instead pines simply
for your company.

The torturous rapture
that once consumed me
has died.
The spaces between our meetings
have grown ever longer.

A month passes without
a single sighting of you.
Then two days in a row of you
and I realize how much I've missed you

But something changed.

A turning point occurred.

A moment of pure realization
when I knew we were not meant to be.

Yet we share a knowing glance,
silently acknowledging what has passed between us.

And just like that....
we are simply friends.

Truth Screams

I see the truth in your eyes
but you will not speak your heart.

I dare not get caught up
in this potential illusion,
paralyzed by fear
that my perception is wrong.

You hide behind a facade
of pure & lustful desire,
using actions instead of words.
A slight of hand to keep me guessing

I still see you,
truth screaming in my ears
"I LOVE YOU, DAMNIT!"

My eyes piercing through your game,
knowing I see what you will not admit,
knowing truth will not change things;
knowledge only carving a more painful wound
across both our hearts.

I recognize that
which you battle.
Hopeful desire
with no promise.
A pricey investment
with no return.

Neither of us
willing to make
the ultimate gamble;
love wasted
by silence.

Anticipation

Maybe it's just
the natural rhythms
of my body
that induce this wanting.

I find myself
with thoughts straying
to you, your lips,
your hands, that gaze.

My breath shallows,
my pulse quickens,
my body readies for you.

Torture.

I find myself
deep in fantasy;
my own hands
wandering as if they were yours.

Not enough.
My body craves you.

Kissing You

I know I shouldn't,
but I can't resist.

A joy wells up
within me
when I look at you.

You share in my childlike joy,
you share in my frenzied excitement,
you cheer me on
and I love you for that.

But a lust still resides within us.
I need to have my body pressed against yours,
to feel your hands wander as we embrace.
I find I can never get close enough.

The longer we embrace,
the harder it is to pull away;
and the easier it becomes
to let my lips linger at your neck;
and at the soft lobe of your ear,
softly grazing your skin,
becoming intoxicated as I breathe in your essence.

I have one toe over the line,
the rest of my body daring to cross over,
to let you have me as I want you to.

Alas, I reluctantly pull away just enough
that I may plant kisses upon your cheek,
your forehead, your nose and lastly
upon your soft lips.

I catch my breath and rapidly retreat,
both of us grateful to have escaped
each other's clutches once more.

Simmer

Friends.
That is what we have become,
what we must be,
sharing in each other's company
if only once a week.....

to move and sweat
and breathe;
twisting and stretching,
both of us connecting
to something deeper within us.

Feeling an electricity
when our slippery skin accidentally collides;
our sweat like lighter fluid
ready to ignite
within the small confines
of this spiritual sanctuary.

We dine
We talk
We laugh

It's become our dance.
Careful not to gaze too long
or smile too wickedly;
each of us feeling the residual heat
from a passion that once threatened
to spin out of control.

The space between our encounters
dulling my desire
for a momentary tryst,
until I find myself
in your strong embrace once more.

We flirt at the edge of right and wrong
A heat that is still present
when I look at you
and see the longing in your eyes.

A simmering between us;
a deep desire for one kiss.
To taste each other once again.
The one kiss that would bring this simmer
back to a rolling boil;
spilling over in an unrelenting passion.

I reluctantly pull myself away from the edge;
away from the lustful flames that entice my senses;
making my heart race with excited anticipation.
I retreat back to the life I have chosen,
relieved that I can still call you "friend".

Hidden

The words
I long to speak to you
linger in the spaces
where you can not hear them.

Jut beyond the reach
of your ears
is where they hide.

The moment we hang up the phone,
the second you walk away;
those words silently fall
from my lips,
crashing to pieces at my feet.

My heart breaks to know
what we can not be
as I watch you
share your affections with another,
wishing it were me.

I long for the days before you,
when my heart ached more
for the passions
of creativity and movement;
The truest expressions of my Self,
carefully cultivated and nurtured,
now reduced to an afterthought
in your presence.

I find myself praying for answers;
for a way to navigate through
this friendship
without getting swept up
in the idea of you
and the dream of us.

The answers come, clarity follows;
if only for a short while......
until faced with you
standing before me,
I lose myself once again.

Beneath The Surface

You show interest.
A desire to glimpse
An intimacy
We might share;

Only to retreat
To the safety
Of your morals,
Reluctantly drawing
A line in the sand.

A tender wanting
Palpable just beneath
The surface.

If not for your
Smile and gentle way,
I would resist you.
I find myself
Surrendering again and again
To the very things
That draw me in.

Memories of your
Strong embrace;
Feeling your body
Flush with mine;
A terrible longing
Ripe with hesitation.

Gripped with fear
And hoping,
I dare not look
Into your eyes;
That we might
Both surrender to the same
Sweet wanting.

The Edge

You, not far from my mind
Fantasizing of your lips on mine
Our bodies intertwined.

Heat building
Breathless with anticipation
Finding myself at the edge of orgasm

Your smile.
The way you bite your lip.
That look in your eyes when you catch my own.

Blushing

I know you want me
You say I’m not your type
But I know better....you were just back pedaling
With that remark.

The sexual tension is thick
When I’m in your presence
You want me to touch you.....and I do......gladly.

Our breath in sync
As I take you deeper
Pose after pose

Hopefully opening you
To the possibility
Of us.

Soulful Lovemaking

Lust has once again
Walked through my door.
An eerie likeness
Of a past lover
Stands before me
Eager to learn what I have to teach.

His smile, mischievous and wanting
His eyes, playful and full of desire
Daring me to fix my gaze on his.
I blush and look away.

His body is hard and strong
And I take every opportunity I can
To have my hands upon his perfect form,
Making adjustments in his practice,
Deepening his poses
Bringing him to that
Same ecstasy I feel in my own practice.

That same ecstasy that
Keeps me wanting more.
Makes me hot with desire
To make love to my soul
Every day of my life
On and off my mat.

I want him to know that feeling.
I want him to understand that passion.
I want him to feel that desire.
I want him to experience that ecstasy alongside me.
Knowing that I was the one
Who helped bring him to that place
In his body,
In his mind,
In his soul.

Our bodies hot and sweaty,
One person’s breath matching the other
Within the same confined space
Culminating in a breathless afterglow.

It’s sex for the soul,
Mental masturbation,
A sensual seduction
That keeps the heart coming back for more.

A Secret Meeting

You plague my dreams.
It’s my fault, I know.
Thoughts of you infest my waking hours.

Last night
You professed your love....
In a dream.
You alluded to marriage.

I awaited the proposal,
But awoke before you had the chance.

Previous nights
We've spent my dreaming hours
Simply getting to know each other;
An obvious heat building beneath the surface.

I look forward to my dreaming hours
When I get the opportunity
To be with you as only I can be.

For reality forbids it.

I wonder if you dream of me, too
If we mutually meet in secret
To live out our true desires
And shamelessly allow ourselves
To feel what we feel.

Outside of my dreams
In the harsh light of reality
You have a quiet and private air about you
Not like the contemplative romantic
I’ve met in my dreams.

Therefore I will look forward to
Our nightly rendezvous
And allow myself to love you
In secret as I dream.

A Crush

You have a mystique about you.
Quiet and devilishly handsome.

I know you and yet I don't.
I want to know you, but probably shouldn't.

This crush, I have carried quietly
for years now.
I'd enjoy the view from afar
never knowing how to engage you.
We did not travel in the same circles.
You were never aware of me.

Our circles have become linked by a common interest.
You know me now, and yet you don't.
Allow me to bask in your quiet presence a while
so we may know each other better.

For a crush is based on looks and assumptions.
Disillusion me with your true self
so I may crush no more.

Instead, let it be replaced
with a genuine fondness of you.