The mind is willing but the body is weak
it aches, throbs, pains
with lust, burning me until my skin swelters from within
participation, promise,torturous thoughts of he
I drive myself insane with lust…thus
with thoughts, of which I can never speak
The bondage of words, of vows unspoken
freely given, reluctantly taken, binds me, binds us
thorny twisted brambles , studded with lethally dripping honey sugar wet poisonous lust
pregnant with promise.
I long to touch , to lay hands on, to revel in the satin texture of his skin
dark like folds of a umbilicus
his manhood ignites storms of barely restrained passion
melting me into a puddle of want, of longing, of desire
of fantasies dreamed, cherished and hidden away
of heaven and miles between my thighs…
Slowly, I resolve to withstand the onslaught
but in the heat of desire, I melt away
I can hardly think past the tang old sea salt scent of his skin..
and when he walks by
he sends me into alternating attacks of panic and longing.
frantically, I try to regain my composure…rebuild my walls before he notices.
He must never know.
I am no longer confused by my emotions.
I am no longer undecided
I am no longer afraid.
with acceptance, I am no longer in denial.
He is my antithesis
He causes my womanhood to rejoice and mourn in alternate turns
at the satisfaction giveth man, and the limitless fallibility of his ways.
He evolves my sensory perceptions
sharpening my visual of life with crystal clear clarity
the high definition of the sepia tones…
each times he holds me in his arms
He is my tone.
the low keys strumming resonant from the deep vocals in his ebony throat ;
sending wave after wave of desire cascading over me , drenching me…
leaving me gasping with all I am just to squeeze a breath through my pleasure stricken lungs
sometimes leaving me shaking in unfullfilment..
Under his control,
I strum deep baritones…
high clear notes
scaling form octave to octave
till he leaves me crashing yet again from the crescendo of passion unbridled.
He moves me to verse
he moves me to tears
he moves me to song and lightly footed dance
my spirit wallowing in the bitter sweet refrains
when he strums me.