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.
