All Dressed Up…
© August, 2003 DoubleECircle
Cool Air Conditioned Dark Room
A man pauses his breath and exhales
Sitting in his chair, smoking, he examines the horizontal
Lines of sunlight trying reach him through tightly drawn window shades
Balling his fist tightly, as tight as the muscles go
He wants to hit something, he wants to scream…
Breath, an ash, a memory from months past.
The feeling of going slightly insane watching
The moistened mouth of someone you love move
In casual conversation about the movies?
(don’t get me wrong I think its great you had a nice day I just can’t
reconcile that statement with your smell)
It was slick sex, and smooth skin an empty bottle and
A Rug stained red with a fine Merlot
Wet thighs and kisses moved to quickened
Whose bottom plump lip
Bead of sweat that had snaked down my forehead,
Down my face
And collapsed off my chin in a final moment
Undeniable unquenchable thirst,
Mass desire spring loaded and coiled
Fisted emotional engines on full,
All dressed up with nowhere to go.
All dressed up
With nowhere to go.
Releasing the Fire
© October, 2000 by Tex (TXPOET)
Inside us all is a smoldering fire
Yearning, longing to be set free
Something that takes us higher
To places we can’t foresee
His lips touched hers gently
The heat began to radiate
They began very intently
Sensing what was to be fate
Their bodies closer melded
Their skin ablaze and on fire
As they headed to the bed
Both feeling the sexual desire
In each other they reveled
Drinking from one another
The bed got quite disheveled
As they explored each other
Finally the thirst was quenched
But the fire was still burning
They stayed tightly clenched
Their bodies still a yearning
They peered into each other eyes
And saw themselves contented
Love came to them as a surprise
But their fate was firmly cemented
Together they would always be
For they were each other’s desire
Their hearts unlocked by love’s key
They had finally ignited life’s fire
© August, 2003 by DoubleECircle
He grasped her hand
To make a run through the crowd.
It was a cold Michigan Ave.
The Festival of Lights.
The excited laugh she gave out and tightened
Fueled the 6 month long quiet obsession,
With her rare smile
And intelligent, deep brown eyes.
Dashing ten feet, twenty,
And suddenly they found themselves through the
Past the busy Ave. and in a Silent Moment of
She flexed her fingers,
And he released her hand.
The feeling died in a swift grip of empty air.
“Lets go,” she said quickly
And lead off.
Not looking back.
Fingers growing colder.
© August, 2003 Dara
The cock of his eyebrow
And the upturned corner of his lip
Demonstrated his interest.
The sweep of her lashes
And the biting of her lower lip
Gaze met artful gaze
Across the table
In a sea of blue irises.
Pupils dilated in an undeniable attraction.
She wet her lips.
He watched her.
Then, nothing between them
Each sea of blue
Searching the other
For final approval.
And then a touch... a kiss
A sigh, a smile... laughter
Playful teasing, perfect pleasing
Penetrating gaze of blue... so penetrating
Plunging deeper, deeper
Blue seas churning, gazing, never wavering
Intrepid joy, sailing... wafting... on wings
Higher, higher, higher
Gliding... Gliding... softly sliding...
The Little Things
© July, 2004 by Tex
The kneading of flesh during an embrace
A warm damp tongue making circles on circles
Air across the dampness causing a slight chill
The gentle raking of teeth across now firm peaks
A nail lightly drug from the back of the knee
The brush of a beard against an inner thigh
Muscles dancing beneath the skin
Light kisses on fevered creamy skin
A breath across silken curly hairs
The smell of musk spreads outward
A lapping tongue tasting ambrosia
The back arching higher and higher
The explosion and the writhing body relaxes
The mottling of the skin across the chest
The satisfied smile, and the afterglow
The joy of giving