Psychic Encounter

Certain times of the year
I feel more perceptive than usual.
Maybe it's just wishful thinking,
but yesterday I found myself
unable to stop seeing us
in my mind.

An out-of-body,
voyeuristic scenario
plays out in front of me:

We find ourselves
in a small space
me in your arms,
back against the wall
you breathlessly anticipating
our first kiss....
and then...

you kiss me.

Deep and full of meaning.
A long awaited and anticipated moment.
Hands grasp and wander my torso,
gently coaxing, almost massaging
trying to bring me closer to you
as if to make us one.

I paw a hand up the back of your shirt,
feeling your soft, warm skin on my hands.
I have a thing for strong backs
and yours is a particular weakness of mine.
I wrap one leg around you,
pulling you in.

Our hearts heaving with excitement.

You pause for a moment
and stare down into my eyes.
Honesty finally breaks free.
"I've waited so long for this."

You, who I thought felt nothing for me
and yet, occasionally sensed your torment,
finally confess to a long awaited kiss such as this.

This is all I see;
A heated and passionate make-out session;
enough to quell our fiery desire......maybe.

But I know all too well,
it would never stop there.

No, I would insist on more....
my passion whirling out of control;
I would find a way to bury you deep inside of me
right then and there.
Finally bringing this desire we've been fighting
for the past three years to to the boiling point
and let it all spill over
in a much needed release.

Missing You

Platonic friends we are,
knowing there is a line that should not be crossed.
But I can not get it out of my head
the way you touched me.
So attentive to what I needed....
even though it was a massage between friends.
Your hands spoke volumes that your mouth would not.
How I crave your touch now.

Do you even know what you have done to me?

I have lost myself
in the idea of us.
The heat we might create
if only you would give me reason to pursue this lust.

To feel your hands upon me.
To have you make my heart race
as we work each other into a frenzy of sensual passion
each turning the other out as a feral creature
intent on consuming each other.

I will see you again in a week's time.
and I wonder if you think of me
in the spaces between our encounters,
if you crave my touch the way I crave yours,
if you miss me the way I miss you?

Or am I just your friend,
your teacher,
your student;
repulsive to you
by virtue
of the baggage I carry?

Spring Fever

One of my first ever Erotic Poems....so good had to republish it since it is a poignant piece in my life right now.

I’m moist as a flower,
Wet with dew
Consume my sweet petals
Plunge your tongue deep
And taste my nectar

Feel my body rise and tense
with each flick of your tongue
Awaken my lust

Let me take you deep
Inside of me
Grabbing hold and letting go
Feeling you consume my very core

I want to melt into you,
Become you,
Feel you,

I’m yours for the asking

……ask me.

Visceral

It's like they can smell it.

As I go about my day,
enflamed with primal desire
I feel the eyes of strangers
upon me.

I walked past
and their gaze follows.
My pheromones exuding lust,
men become bold.

Never mind the ring upon my finger.
Something more visceral is at work here.