Dragonflypoetry.com

…and once again.

You were
true to your word. 
Re-reading 
last night’s verse
you asked me
to come forward
so you could
lay hands. 
The burning curse
apparently affects 
the both of us,
in equal measure. 
Our,
time honored connection 
over and over 
again
the newness
lying there. 
You,
have this 
internal voice
stabbed inside me. 
She laughed,
helpless,
she said,
you truly 
don’t understand 
or know
how stuck 
in love’s disease
I am
with you.  
I kissed her,
a tantric message
I needed to send
a slow
sufferable position
we find ourselves
enjoying the attention. 
Together,
we built the ache
we begged
from each other 
until we 
were face to face. 
Touching
is different
with you,
she said,
while tracing circles. 
Last night’s
favorite moment came,
with her figure
naked 
in the cold air
tiptoeing over
turning the bright light 
on. 
I smiled. 
Wanting 
to enjoy the show
those big
bright eyes
lit up
inside her. 
The breathing rhythm 
quickly caught up
she turned
chin up
the nape of her neck
for  my hand
that obeyed.  
Love-sounds
in the air
changed
the temperature 
her core
fired up. 
She undid
her long hair
now tickling 
her breasts
and my face. 
A free-hand
to her hip
I watched
for the reaction. 
A very forceful 
but gentle slap
interrupted our
session. 
The edge was
inching closer
eyes now squarely
sitting 
in their
comfortable position. 
She looked,
as if
asking,
without words,
may i, 
please. 
I nodded
to her
gripped release
fingernails 
reaching for the ledge
too late
we both fell. 
Settled 
on a soft-fur throw. 
Laying there
our big heap
we fought 
to catch our breath.  
And once again,
we did 
what we always do
completing
love’s sacred 
eternal loop.