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.