Amours d’Été

When i dream of you
my back tenses
my heart aches
i can’t help but take
a moment
to picture your lips,
my finger entwined
in the depths of your curls
a sigh
a smile
a safety
a longing
a love…

barely breathing
a shaky acknowledgement
of our deepest
desire
i can feel your
softness, your warmth
on me, around me,
against me, within me
so many versions of you
to undress and
impress

you and i
are birds of a feather
both black and unassuming
but radiant in the light
i see your colours
and i long to paint them
on my canvas and my heart
with my tongue
my fingers
my gentle love
focus for a moment
and feel me
pressed against you
soft breasts
warm bellies
gentle touches
trembling thighs
a sensory feast
at your fingertips
dance with me
sway, sway
let the rhythm guide
the slow motions
of our explorations

i dream of you
like one longs for
warm beaches
and sunset serenades
you occupy my thoughts
but you’re not a dream
you’re raw fire,
complexity fueled by beauty
of mind and spirit
a sibling of softness
too rarely held
in strong arms

we only exist
inside the darkness
of my mind
but to me,
you are the light;
even my fantasy can’t
dim your brightness
you’re electric
eclectic
filled with life
hiding just beneath
the surface
some days,
i’m so in love with you
it hurts
to breathe
a lump in my throat
a pit in my stomach
a whisper in my mind

more than anything
i want to hold you
up above the clouds
help you shine
brighter than the sun
i want to see you
smile wider than a cat
relax into my arms
after a long day
hear your breathing slow
against my chest
as you gently close
your eyes and drift
off to sleep
i want to discover you
while you discover
yourself;
i want to earn your
heart while you
fill up your cup
with my love.

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Becoming You

sometimes I wish
I could paint my feelings
like Picasso painted his portraits
inaccurate renditions of
something so beyond our reach
that mortal eyes falter
intricacies unbeknownst

to say “I love you”
would be an affront to the universe
for love, as a disarray of synapses
pales in the face of
the void of my feelings

a pull deeper than the tides,
a light, brighter than a harvest moon
a delicacy sweeter than honey;
reality infused with
more magic than witchcraft

days merge and blend
swirling into a steady lifetime
of morning smiles
and afternoon delights
your love, like a community garden
overflows with abundance
a cornucopia of simple being
upon which I gratefully feast

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Apate

I somehow know you better
than I could ever know myself.
a lifetime of mundane wonder,
lit up like a macabre circus.

the dramatic nature of your curves
brought me close to the precipice
an ant inextricably drawn
to the sickly honey between your thighs.

your lips were my heroin,
your breasts my belladonna.
your eyes, a mirror to my soul,
your essence my nourishment.

I somehow knew you better
than I could ever know myself.
a sweet agony of hidden meaning,
forever about to crash ashore.

One hand clasped on your throat,
another between your thighs,
a succubus in her element,
ready to drag you into my abyss.

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Lover Art

I haven’t yet told you 
that I want
to etch you
into my memory
the canvas
my mind
the tools
my erotic charge
painting
every inch
of your sleeping body

Feet first
each toe traced
meticulously
“Lilith, the Science of lover painting.”

Blush is your skin
a bowl of milk
with a single
drop of blood

engrave the touch
my hands
firm muscles
buckling legs
a curious look
your lower back

Your sigh
fingers
rounded cheeks
pause
just a moment
leave a mark
teeth

Supple
stomach
kisses
like butterflies
forever
in my soul

Your breasts
complete
my dainty hands
warm
voluptuous
perfect storm
sensual witchery

Hard
the grip
my throat
you tell me
daddy
teaches
lessons

I haven’t yet told you
the star pupil
of the paintings
in my mind
someday
on display

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