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.

Spell

Tormented by rapture for days on end
mind spinning in unrealistic circles.
Torn between right and wrong
there was only one true choice.

Mercifully, the spell is broken.