That early morning touch
blind by steamy mirrors
seeing just enough
her blanketed silhouette
from half way around the world
the complicated hours
break all barriers.
The world and its pretty places
I’m still amazed
by simple sun-rise
especially when
I should be sleeping
here on the coast.
Voices try and whisper
it’s impossible really
when there’s a lot to say,
hurry or we’ll be late
“I’m trying”
heavy hands squeeze
eyes slip under eyes
the perfect moment is here
in that instant
the first of
the four session
explodes on us.
She laughs,
half dressed
she jumps at the chance
to wear that amazing skirt.
With rigging ears
the alarm comes to life
coffee is ready
she delicately sips
sitting in her favorite chair,
staring out that window
looking at life
time and attention
can wait.
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You’ve got to believe
there are just two ways
for us to thrive
to be the others best friend
come take the hard
mixed with the soft.
A deepeness
that only only you love
could possibly
understand and know.
Every kiss from you
is a slow decline of time
I swear I swore
I knew,
but each new session
with you
is something
I’ve not felt before
impossible really.
Each time
I smell that perfume
I smell you
that intoxicating addiction
dragging me back
to ancient times
like I truly am
the Sufi-poet.
I can clearly see us
in our tent
the flaming desert
just inches away
you’re drenched
in incense and oils.
That curved belly dance
our favorite glittery top
light blue in color.
Oh the things
My eyes have seen
I cannot erase
when we were
in the midst of a rainstorm
in winter.
Feverish kissing
trying to quickly undo
all that was keeping Me
from you.
You’re all that I’ve wanted
what I’ve ever known
I can clearly feel
your love for Me
all I have to do
is keep on writing. -
The music and its beat
the rhythm inside us now
wrists tied tightly
of course.
Our dark little session
the obsession
touching things
in the dark.
her back arched forward
keeping things
centered and focused
from the very start,
just as the music explodes.
The girl releases.
Heavy hard fists pull,
she’s spun over
on all fours
the girl wishes
to please
in this position.
Here against
our forbidden words
the girl is scooped up
cradled super close
so only she can whisper
the triggered fuse
that only she can light
in anticipation.
I watch her throat
the music slows,
as if she knew
the deep and heavy silence
looking up with clear eyes
the top she has conquered.
We’re equal now
this is our moment
in some far off measure
she wants a poem
with her ass
properly palmed
I take a fist-full of hair
being careful,
but not really.
She looks up and over
her eyes square in mine
a quick slap to bottom
the firm reminder
eyes out of eyes,
she pouts,
bottom lip and all.
The music picks up again
the volume is stiff and hard
pressing up against her
her clit is sensitive
with every other pass
here in the kissing hour
the temperature spikes.
With eyes properly down
she asks once more
Would it please you
to know what I’m thinking?
her favorite question
the hour is late
with heavy breathing
I put my mouth to hers
and use
her favorite phrase
back on her. -
The temperature control
there’s this tempest now
that plays inside,
clearly, I’m not sure how or why
life’s forces decided
to throw us at each other’s side,
instructed to polish the world
and make it that much brighter.
So here W/we are
Me and My submissive in Iowa
some may know and understand
the D/s contract
and its design.
W/we’re two thought provoking
critical minds,
clearly equal in our own measure
I tend to think of U/us
as the hand in it’s perfect glove.
More than perfect, really,
she is the only one
who can truly decipher
the ancient language of love.
Where once W/we agreed upon
the push and pull of life.
All I have to do is ask
and she happily does
in equal measure
if she asked Me
I would.
So I came to her
asked if she could
un-tangle a mess of words.
Where I fail and fall
on broken knees to palms
she shines with an eagerness
to please
and put it all back again.
By default
she faithfully answers
all My 3am calls,
she’s My absolute balance
my sweet submissive in Iowa.
My love, her voice
I place these words
for her Royal Inspection
the Queen and her command,
simply judge them
as only she can.
all I’ve ever wanted
was someone to understand
that when I hand you
a set of complicated
odd-shaped pieces,
they know how to put them back.
I simply demanded
just do your very best.
In the span of hours,
not days or weeks,
she handed Me
this little gilded treasure.
I say,
to My submissive in Iowa
all things considered
I’m quite proud
and honored
to have a part of you,
thank you
my beautiful and amazing
Xerie. -
That part of me
made from that part of you
sometimes gets thrown aside
the disease
makes me feel a certain way.
Pardon me,
if I need
more of you
the sober side
that is infatuated
with every part of me.
I love you
every part of me
aches to touch you
the smell of perfume
enveloping and taking over
every inch of space
I swear
the music playing
inside of me
plays on and on.
I want to serenade you
cupped quietly
in your bed
you promise
that is soft.
I want to lie there
telling stories
making the make-believe
seem real
together we can come up
with our perfect song.
Now that I’ve confessed
I’m ready to sin
all over again
I know now what pleases you
what makes you turn
flooding every inch of you
naked in a perfect bed.
Sunrise to sunset
I could lay for hours
lost in thought
I am in love with you
every time I think I’m ready
you disappear
it takes months
for that part of you
to find me. -
That one and only window
the one near her bed
overlooking the countryside
just as she opens her eyes
her self portrait
making sure my eyes have sight.
Come tonight
when we’re out listening to music
I’ll inch up super close
whisper a set of words
ask demanding
taking her wrists
spinning on tiptoes
stretched upturned
eyes lost inside of eyes
just like this morning
her beautiful reflection.
All of us hope and pray
for that special someone
who will come along
and that’s the one
and only thing about love,
the random madness,
that in an instant
you’re stricken
with its sickness
and its cure.
The girl is my witness
only she can properly see
the love drawn beauty
I so sorely crave.
The world,
and all its pretty places
its not too hard
to see something so beautiful.
Perhaps we all should share
our own sunrises
to turn our world
that is in such turmoil
and heal her
from the inside
out. -
I love the world
and her tiny snapshots
we have learned
for she’s the one
who taught me
my first set of
forbidden words.
It’s only when she asks
will you come to me
and lay on my Italian shores
my attention
is truly hers.
I stand against
the salt air
mixed with her perfume
my eyes turn into hers,
and she whispers
something quiet of course.
Let the fingers of surf
drag across the sand.
Allow this slow
melodic recovery
its dramatic affect
she unclasps showing
her naked hip.
I rest my palm
on her curves
and take her lower back
to position her
so we can
take our photographs.
I love this world
this temperamental place
in the middle of nowhere
we stand against each wave
our shoulders
getting more and more
sun-kissed.
I turn to lift her up
buoyant now on its surface
I watch as she floats
over each undulating roll
the sky-blue water reflects
that thirsty look
her brilliant smile
let’s go inside
I want to fuck.
(A truly lovely day it was) -
Time and attention
has always been
and forever was
on my side.
Me and my love-soaked
attention has always been
a solitary event.
I may be lost
all because
I haven’t felt your touch
and still
I don’t mind the search
you are the one
after all this time.
Quiet in your room
I can sit in here
being in a place
where I can withdrawal
safely in your arms.
There are few hours
where I can sleep
that deep belly fading
cupped and curled
around your tiny frame.
Tonight,
the forbidden words
have me all down
on broken knees
to palms.
I swear,
when I swore my love
I truly understood
it was longer
than this single life.
Tonight I’m down
it’s our 5th time around
and I don’t mind
learning how to manage
this burning ache.
I need more time
and attention
from my one and only
girl that I trust.
Being this blind
has always been
my gift,
the soft music plays
filling every inch
I lay on top of you
I sip
every breath.
I love being
this super close
smelling your shampoo
in your damp hair.
Eyes stay locked
in an ancient stare
my forever contract
with the one girl
that is ageless.
A faint kiss
just on the tip
the world says
focus on the voices
so I sing
and it may not be perfect
but the words
have meaning. -
The high of sipping
getting an eye full
the sight of her
is truly never enough,
just one simple touch.
Kiss me
each time I see her
love’s fatal crush
my masochist
she means more and more
the pain of missing her
thank goodness
my record has only begun
8 hours since burning up.
She’s the drug
I’ve needed all along
her needle
my veins
were meant to be
I swear to be careful enough
not to overdose,
but if I do
oh well.
Yesterday,
we spent the day driving
searching for a secret
it wasn’t until
we made love
in a public place
she made a promise
she means the world to me
and now
everyone knows
I’ve fallen in love
with this woman.
She’s locked inside
love’s fatal crush
she’s inside me now.
She asked if I mind
if she gave me
her center,
I looked squarely down
inched in super close
and whispered
the forbidden words.
She smiled
I dare you
to double the dose
knowing I was super high
fucked up in love
you’re mine
I handed over
my wrist.
Inject
as much as you want
because this time
I’ll get that
other side of you. -
The world just seems
to be a prettier place
when we’re here
in love.
We seem to sing
just a little louder
a little longer
inside our thoughts.
That is until,
the strict machine
rushes in
and starts the control.
I guess
some would say
the playful play
of certain words
mixed in with
electrical objects
fun takes on
a whole new meaning.
The girl and her corset
pulled tightly of course
it’s getting harder and harder
to breathe.
She’s in love
for the first real time
having identified
her thorn
and forbidden words.
Probably tonight,
but who really knows
when she’ll decide
to offer up
her delicate wrists.
The hungry thirsting,
I swear,
with one hand on the Bible
I promise
to obey every written word
here in our contract.
It’s always been
to pray
here alongside her,
my one true love
my beloved reminder
I was put here
to fall
and kiss her feet.
Nevermind,
all the others
who want
I was told
she’s the calm
warming all our souls.
I know it’s she
who holds
all my tomorrows
forever more
and on and on
I’m stuck here
writing poems
strictly for her.
Dragonfly Poetry 