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Electricity fills the air, unites

opposite sides of the room. Expanding,

it wraps around everyone, circles us

and pulls tight. Bodies press close together,

flesh prickles with contact, sweat beads beneath

clothing slide between breasts, trickle slowly

reaching down toward a mounting desire.

We are charged particles, bouncing clear of

one another, clinging when we connect.

Inhibition snaps with the crackling

tension, thunder-claps of lust exploding

unspoken words into silent shudders.

In a brief collective murmur, we sigh

and wish for the sweet release of the rain.

Deep Rooted Want

She holds out fingertips, touches Spring-blooms.
Yellow and white blossoms with narrow leaves
grow so innocently beside her path.
She caresses petals, pleasure courses
through, moves her from stalk to stamen, heady
perfume spills into the air with a puff,
pollinating her memory senses.
Beneath soil, buried deep, bulbous heart,
swollen enough to rupture above ground,
flowers; its cup-shaped center offering
her eyes a resting place to remember.
It is an echo of want from a past
too long gone to recapture, a mirror,
a reflection – romance, passion and love.

Tread Water

When was life calm? Not before we escaped
from everyone around us, their brooding
glances - jealousy ill-hidden in eyes
wild with want and shame and lust for our life.
I wish I could speak to them, let them know
we, too, have our storms unabated, fear
that dances in the pit of our stomachs
hoping to overcome this joy we find
wrapped in the tenuous embrace of love.
Our own Kraken follows us in shadows,
waits to sacrifice us against the rocks -
and we can be swept away in high tide
just as easily as they, but we swim
and tread water, make landfall, and escape.

Fragile Connections

Blue veins criss-cross across, sketch life’s pattern

through me – in and out of heart muscle, skim

the smooth surface, detour areola,

outline nipple, as they accentuate

the fullness of my breasts. Follow their path.

With kisses, plot their course from beginning

to end.  Find safe passage to my deepest

desires. With the tips of your fingers,

find their source and explore the depths of me

mapped out for your adventure; a journey

over the soft hills and down the valley–

an entrance in to the cradle of life.

Relish this fragile connection between

we two, both travelers, both familiar

with the treasure held within this body.

When with You

I feel you - inside - not the physical
hot, hardness of you, but the gentleness,
the soft tenderness whispering to me
when you hold me close enough to breathe in.
 
I want you - inside - the physical heat
that pulses in time with both our heartbeats;
your eyes caressing me, words unspoken
between us speak volumes - what, we can’t say.
 
Caught in my throat, unsafe emotions choke;
I beg for their release.  You brush my cheek
freeing the passion I hold so tightly.
One touch of your lips on mine - I am lost.
 
I know I could cry with you - for you, love
and laugh, rant and rave - I could be just - me.

Mystery Enough

My toes buried in the fresh grass, I think
of times not yet spent tangled together
moments when the world disappears, it’s just
us - two people unfamiliar after
all these years of knowing one another.
 
What secrets remain hidden inside you
for me to find - are they anything close
to those I keep locked securely in me?
And what temptation can I provide you
to reveal yourself? What can I offer
in return for your trust - a piece of me
not already promised? You can have it
all - I want no more secrets between us -
this passion serves as mystery enough.

Look Up

We never look up - anymore.
Our eyes are glued to the surface,
the ground below our feet
where each day we tread carefully
the same steps
one foot in front of the other,
just as we were taught.

Does anyone teach their children
to skip or whistle anymore;
that it’s ok to laugh out loud
and smile for no particular reason at all? 
We worry too much
about what
everyone else is thinking.
We need to look up
once in a while.
See the sunshine
and the clouds;
feel wind and rain and life.

Stepping into the Bath

When stormy brews in the blue of his eyes
I hear thunder roll through my body and know
rain and lightning approach to bathe me;
ecstasy in my forecast as the clouds build high
along the western edges of my awareness.

My body dampens with the droplets, dew
moist and warm as one front meets the other.
I toss my head back, and so exposed,
offer myself up, no sacrifice, to pleasure.
His tempest cleanses my soul, immersed
in his desire, I am purified from the inside - out.

Generations are born in this passion’s maelstrom.

Pulse of Persuasion

I feel it deep within,
that pulse, throb of something
forbidden - I have no name
for it, yet feel it lurk inside.

The hiss of a whisper echoes
around my ears, tempting me
to find out where this lure
could lead - an illicit place
of what? no word I know
captures this enticement.

I snake my hands down
my belly, test the pull
to make contact, to feel, to experience
the stroke of flesh on flesh.

The contact electrifies
at first touch, it is almost over-
I remember to breathe
and feel the pleasure pull back,
slow down, expand through me
until I find the words - guttural and true…

I must remember to share passion with Adam.