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?

What You Do To Me

I step into your sanctuary for the first time

Alone, just the two of us.

I pick up on your true essence.

A sweet, innocent and playful soul;

Young in so many ways

And oh, so open to what I can show you.

We teach each other

In a constant play and sharing of ideas.

We barter talent for talent

And pleasure for pleasure

My hands upon you

I touch you tenderly

Offering up all the love I can muster,

Healing whatever wounds you may harbor in your soul.

My heart races,

My mind swirls

Unrealistic scenarios playing out in my head.

I wonder,

In your vulnerable state,

Would you stop me if I made a move?

If I kissed you just once?

If dared to cross that line?

Are you hoping that I will?

I pull myself back

Remembering the tumultuous start of our friendship.

How I loved you one day

And loathed you the next.

I stare down at your peaceful face,

Place a hand at your crown

And one over your heart,

Praying you allow me to channel the love I feel for you now.

We trade off

You know what needs attention without my telling you

You know my body and how to touch me to ease my pain

But this time is different.

I lay upon your bed

Scented oil permeates the air

And for the first time, you give me more than prescribed.

You work your magic and massage the hurts away.

Strong hands glide over my muscles and skin

With a power, skill and strength in your touch

That shows me an intimate glimpse of a man attentive to a woman's needs.

I find myself wishing for you to be inappropriate.

To accidentally ignite me to see what happens.

Please give me a reason to unleash a wildness upon you.

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.

A Timid Gavotte

I at one side of the room,
You at the other
Each sizing the other one up.
Both too timid to make the first move.

You feign disinterest
While I work to push your buttons.
A bare shoulder shown here, a suggestive word dropped there.
These things get your attention and pique your interest.

Yet you fight against my lure
One step forward, three steps back.
Minding your distance, weighing your words,
Offering up pleasantries instead of desire.

Must I be the aggressor
And risk looking like the fool?
Or will you finally step forth
Admitting your own conflict within?

The Dream I Had This Morning

This is a deviation from the norm, but I'm sure some hot poetry will be spawned from this.  Keep in mind, it's literally a dream I had, so some things may not make sense.

Setting:

Myself and a male friend hanging out watching TV in my bedroom of my parent’s house.   Late at night.

The Dream:

You fell asleep at the end of my bed.  I go get changed into my PJ’s….loose fitting Vineyard Vines and a wide neck, green Henley T-shirt; tight fitting....no bra.

You spy me come back to the bed and I crawl under the covers.  You then suddenly get up and situate yourself on the floor with pillows, continuing to watch TV.  I get up and get you a blanket, assuming you will simply crash and stay the night, respectfully sleeping on the floor.

Unexpectedly, my parent’s cats enter the room and my sister sits up in her bed and frantically tells me to get them out of the room because she is so allergic.  We leave the room with the cats and walk down the hallway.  I’m surveying the work my mother has just done to the house, but noting that the place looks just like their old house in terms of colors.

I turn away from you to walk away and suddenly feel your hand around my waist and you pull me against you.  You whisper a confession in my ear, “I want you.  I’ve wanted you from the first time I laid eyes on you.  Your words, the way you move.  I can’t help it,”.   You graze a nuzzle at my neck, inhaling my scent and I feel your warm breath on my skin sending tingles through my body.

You are my physical therapist, my student and my friend.  Tall, dark and handsome, just my type, yet awkward around me.   How do I respond to such an admission when I thought I was the last person you would allow yourself to be attracted to?

 “Okay?” was all I could manage with a shy smile as I turned around to look you in the eye; your gaze fixed intently on mine, seeking permission in my eyes.  You bend your head down to kiss me and I timidly raised my lips to meet yours.  A kiss that began hesitant quickly became impassioned and I found myself overcome with lust for this man, this friend who I’d never entertained as a lover.

Our kiss is momentarily interrupted by my older brother entering the hallway from his room, walking away from us to go downstairs.  He doesn’t see us.  My chin and my lips are burning.

“You’re going to need to keep a close shave if you want to kiss me.”  Re-enter the comfortable snarky remarks that friends throw around at each other, sparring for the upper hand.

 You sigh in exasperation, “Really? “ as if considering having to shave twice a day.

“Yep. “

Being the flirty tease that I am, I shoot you a look that can only mean I’m up to no good and I slink away from you down the hall.  Hungry for more, you follow me to a shadowy corner where your kisses endeavor to consume me while your hands wander along my curves that you already know so well from therapy, but hadn’t yet indulged in.  As you’re kissing my neck and sending shock-wave after shock-wave of desire through my body, I decide to finally satisfy my curiosity about something I’ve always wanted to ask.

Breathlessly and in a playful voice, “…and to think, I thought this whole time you were a virgin because you have been so measured in your behavior with me.  You've never even flirted with me.  I figured you just didn't know how to speak that language yet.”

You pull away and look at me with a mix of disbelief and a wicked lust in your eyes, shake your head slowly, “Mm. Mm. I am noooo virgin.” 

As if to make it your mission to prove it to me, you kiss me sensually, nibbling, using your teeth with restraint along my neck, teasing me into frenzy.  Then with your body pressed up against mine, I feel your erection through your pants, begging for entry.  I respond in kind by meeting your body with mine.  Both of us grinding against each other, reveling in the intensity of the tease, teetering on the edge of giving in and maintaining control.

I feel myself growing moist and I softly moan with pleasure.  I press myself against you and you suck your breath only to unleash a greater passion as you clutch and grasp at my body.  Tongues, lips and hands venturing over the body landscape, seeking to find the hot spots so we can know each other better.

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.

Stirring Within

The angle of the sun,

The milder days,

The sprouting of plants;

early as it may be

signaling the beginning of spring,

has set off a visceral reaction within me.

My senses are alive.
A familiar tingling that rushes from the crown of my head
to the tips of my toes;
igniting a powerful shift
in my entire being.

Breath shallow,
Pulse quickened,
Anticipation building.
I am excited & overcome with sensual desire.
Like a peacock, I show for all to see.

My sights set,
I hope you take notice.
Allow me to tempt you and feed my lustful curiosities.
I dare you to take on my hungry spirit.

Will you be my muse?