Curious

You don't even flirt with me.
I don't think you know how.

You have a sweet innocence about you.
No sexual innuendo.
Dissimilar to to every man I've ever crossed paths with.

It's like you haven't learned to speak that language yet.
The language of sensuality;
of carnal pleasure;
of rapture.

A way to connect in the most primal of ways...
you seem to have no idea how.

You must be a virgin.

How tempting.

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".