my heavenly love

my eyes trace the sky’s silently
settling over the careless ridge
of the range of these mountains
that massively surround me

and i wonder: do the mountains
rise up to the sky or do the heavens
descend to rest so precariously
along this unevenly spiny ridge

the pharaohs unquestioningly knew
the starry mother of mighty Osiris
draped her body over earthen Geb
eager to caress every inch of him

and so too do i envision you, my love,
teasing tempting above my repose
as I long for you to craving cover me
with your arms, your legs, your lips

kissing awake every inch of my flesh
drawing my heated hardening need
to push flowing moaningly within,
filling you deeply with more than

just my naked desire

Salt Lake City 10 June 2022

From the Funerary Papyrus of Tameni, depicting the earth god Geb and the sky goddess Nut. Egypt. (c. 1069-525 BCE). (Courtesy of the British Museum)

Tahlia

[WARNING: some sexually explicit content]

The lessons of the morning were done, and William closed his computer and looked around the kitchen, contemplating breakfast. Which would have normally followed such an early morning of online teaching, the smells of freshly baked tarts or sausage rolls – and at the very least, the brewing coffee – drawing Tahlia from their bed to join him at the table before he had even managed to finish preparing their meal.  Just the thought of her wandering into the kitchen, eyes half shut, hair delightfully wild, her mouth sweetly grinning as she approached him for a kiss touched his heart and brought a heavy sigh from his chest.  As he remembered that she was not there, but across the country, attending to her business.

“I miss you,” he muttered into the silence.

Yawning, he turned his back on breakfast and walked into the living room.  He sat on the edge of the couch and looked at his phone.  Not quite 9:00 AM.  It would be a couple of hours yet before he had to prepare for his classes at the college.  He wondered if Tahlia were awake yet, wanting so much to hear her voice, but knowing that, as busy as she had been with her work, he should leave her to sleep.

“She’ll need it,” he said to no one.  “Busy day ahead.  Could use some more sleep myself.”

Then he looked around, thinking, ‘Why not?’  So he stood up, pulled open the couch into a full-sized bed, and laid down, scrunching the small pillow beneath his head.  He yawned again and closed his eyes – and saw her.  That smile of hers that he adored and missed so much when she was away.  Her laughter, so infectious, spreading across his heart, imparting a sense of wholeness and joy he had never known before meeting her.

And her hands, her touch, the way her fingers felt tracing his flesh as her lips brushed his and her tongue entered his mouth, teasing a moan from deep inside him.  Lying there now, he could taste her kisses and feel her hand sliding down his body until it wrapped at last around his hardening cock.  His back arched as his breath grew more shallow and he began to suck on her tongue, which she slid back and forth into his mouth matching the pace of her hand stroking him up and down.

He’d never known a lover so passionately to perceive or so completely to please the needs of his body.  He adored her.  He needed her.  Her touch, her kiss was the very spark of life that ignited his desires and his intense longing to bring her the same pleasure she had brought him.  And it was with this thought that sleep at last claimed him.  At least for a time.  Until memories became dreams streaming across his thoughts, his mind, his flesh.

He seemed to be reliving their first night together – their kisses blissfully drawing them both out of any shyness, any uncertainty they might have felt.  He felt again the eager union of their lips, the lingering teasing tips of their tongues tracing mouths, laced with a desire that simply overwhelmed him and left him wanting more and more of her.  And when finally he knelt between her legs and entered her, it was as if all feeling – throughout his body – had focused on that perfect movement, pushing in and out, slowly, slowly going deeper, feeling how tightly she held him, how she squeezed his cock.

But at that moment, so enthralled by his dream, he suddenly became aware of something else.  A different movement.  And yet a so familiar taste as something soft and warm brushed across his lips, which he slowly opened, allowing his tongue to seek forward, licking excitedly the folds of flesh that pressed against his mouth.  In his dream, he had been fucking her.  What then was this – this glorious taste, the wetly wandering lips brushing, pushing against his own lips, against his opening mouth?

He moaned louder now, and the sound itself seemed to drag him out of his dreams. But these other lips were still pressed against his mouth.  His tongue licked back and forth against them, snaking between them, entering her with such compelling need.  He opened his eyes and greedily took in the view of her crouching of his face, her skirt hiked up, panties gone.  She must have come home early, come in while he was sleeping, seen him there and wanted him as much as he had needed her.  And now she was here, above him, pushing her pussy against his mouth, her eyes closed, enjoying the feel of his tongue inside her.  And seeing her pleasure, he grew more fervent, reaching up to grab her hips and pull her firmly down ever harder on his face, as if guiding her, urging her to fuck his mouth.

Across his lips she slid, slowly at first, timidly, but then with greater insistence and longer strides, as his tongue licked upwards across her lips to her clit, and then down again, between her lips and even further down until it slid into her ass, and she moaned even louder with the surprise of this other penetration.  He held her there for a moment longer, sliding in and out of her, until she lowered her pussy lips over his mouth once again.  Reaching down, she grabbed his hands to steady her as she began thrusting herself against him.  He squirmed excitedly and pushed his tongue in as deeply as he could, exploring her, sucking on her, relishing every taste of her, wishing he could feel her dripping into his mouth, drinking in her delicious wetness.

When she came, her body trembled, her breath caught, and her hands squeezed his with such intensity.  When she allowed herself to breathe again, she pulled slowly away, still trembling somewhat, as she slid down his body to lay against him, her head on his chest.  He licked the moistness from his lips and swallowed with pleasure as he held her against him, felt her heartbeat slow, listened to his own slowly matching hers.  She snuggled tighter along his length, her bare legs over his, and he gently stroked her hair and dared the perfect silence to break by whispering, “Welcome home, my love.”

fantasies

Richly revealing fantasies
canvas my thoughts of you,
brushing colors and textures
across so vibrantly woven
my adoration for only you.

Day by day my mind traces
tapestries of exotic splendor,
blending hopeful journeys
with passionate embraces
as our lives widely wander.

I see you and me, as we step
into the Mediterranean Sea
and lyrically laugh dancing
through the waves, playful
grasping gleeful at one another.

I see you luscious lying naked
before the fire in our cabin
in the Alps as I lingering kiss
coveting caresses nestling
across your glowing skin.

I see you wander the wonders
of time, of rising pyramids
and ruins of temples serene,
and mountains draping shadows
across emerald highland glens.

Yet at this moment, beloved,
what I wish for more than any
fantastically imagined dream
is just to lie beside distant you
and hold you gently, lovingly

and peacefully in my arms.

Salt Lake City 07 June 2022

affirmed in you

I have discovered so much in you,
have been discovered by you in ways
that my days have never known
as my spirit soars enraptured.

Within most ardent dreams
a joyful song we now compose
of me and you perpetually
prizing sighs so keenly felt.

I delight in the sweet melody
of your flesh, your breasts,
hungrily submitting myself
to your avid enchanting touch.

Come breath with me sultry
as my hands your legs part and
my tongue your essence tastes,
lapping at your hidden warmth.

Your voice vivid purring prays
my flesh impatient and firm
to channel your pulsing rhythms
implanting impassioned me into you.

The wetness of your moans chants
me whole as soulful and swelling
melding I with your rising and falling
my hands your hips sweating seize,

to please your darkened fervent lips
while whispering red across your
luminous skin solicitous I tremble
teasing acquisitive your longing.

Boldly do I stare into your eyes
exploring the depths of your pleasure,
imploring your heart so expressive
to envision enflamed this union.

In loving you
am I inspired beyond words.
In loving you
am I quite endlessly affirmed.

Salt Lake City 06 June 2022

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the past

We abide our histories,
our most personal mysteries
sifting critically through them
for fear of what others might think
of us in the brightening light of day.

We deride our indiscretions,
our unfavorable transgressions
as impressions we fear will mark
our darkling past as unforgiveable
to those who may our hearts convey.

But as I eager explore
the shores of her years,
fearlessly following her steps
from age to age, from grace to grace,
I discover naught but hope and happiness.

I feel no angry anxiety
in learning about my love,
no cause for dread or far less
for impertinent or bare malicious
judgment of her, but rather respect,

and the utmost regard
for the incredible person
she has enduringly become:
a woman of finest beauty and
refined demeanor and rarest vision.

I have as much cause to admire her
as I do to quite honestly adore her.

Salt Lake City 05 June 2022

in her arms

She lay there beneath me
sighing the night’s graces
with shallow breaths that
melted my finest intent,
desiring only to delight so
magnificent this woman
clinging to my thrusting hips
singing soulfully her pleasure
as measure by measure she
pulled me deeper within
even as she rose up to meet me.

I was enthralled by her flesh
enveloping the length of me
compelling so very tightly
me to pulsing push firmly
within, withholding nothing
from her guiding hands or
her so passionate embrace,
as her lips whispered longings
and her tongue eager explored
my mouth, moving me to moan
from the delicious taste of her.

I have pleasure known in my life,
yet never had I felt so adored
and whole as I did those nights
rapturous in the arms of my love.

Salt Lake City 04 June 2022

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beside you

The sky seems somehow darker than usual,
the stars more timid, even the moon shyly
hiding behind conveniently amassing clouds.

I sit here staring at mere images of you,
depictions of you that hardly dare to convey
the wondrous beauty I ever see in your eyes.

I silent abide, hearing your vibrant voice echo
playfully in my thoughts, gayly gathering
timbres of most lustrous and luscious tones.

And I cannot help but recognize the truth
that this moment imparts with utter precision
as visions of you enchant my very soul:

that I do not – could not – ever wish for
even a single day without you, without
your passionate touch, your endearing smile.

So sleep, my love, beneath this darkling sky,
beneath this timorous moon, these modest stars
and know that however far from me you rest,

my heart is always beside you.

Salt Lake City 03 June 2022

distant

why should she want this distant
me who cannot begin to please her
to appease her so longing needs
with more than mere teasing talk

when intransigent time mimes
quite timid the tarnished tales
of adoring lovers, why should
most beautiful she so patient abide

what could i possibly offer her
that is worth the woeful waiting,
what could she ever see in me
that justifies this unjust baiting

except that this dreadful distance
in no way scornful diminishes
the deep delight I feel every time
I hear her playful loving voice

these miles so baleful and drear
breed nothing but endearing hope
that I will see her, touch her again,
her sweet tender lips with mine caress

a chance to feel her hands on my chest,
to kiss her bare and beautiful breasts,
to breathe most beastly and bold
into the naked fold of her neck:

i love you, i love you, i love you

Salt Lake City 02 June 2022

missing

There is a weakness inherent in all words
which are themselves nothing more
than implicitly agreed upon constructs.

In every sentence I believe myself
to knowingly utter, there yet exists
the potential for misunderstandings.

I tell myself that I should know better
but I lack the perception to forego error
and in arrogance I pronounce pretensions

of course.

There is a beach on the Aegean coast below my
once home, where the sand ripples reliefs
and Asena and I would splash and play.

And there is a redwood that stands even
taller than the highest hills surrounding it
and I would sit beneath and adoring read.

And there is a garden at golden gate park
where I would set up my easel and gleeful
draw and paint until the light was gone.

You see?

All of these are gone now
and all of these I miss, and yet
in the missing is no sadness,
only an expression of love
and a recognition of the ever
enduring capacity of my heart
to feel.

Salt Lake City 01 Jun 2022

smitten

I
cannot a night
more perfectly passionate imagine

nights
beyond measure
have immemorable passed

yet
this one night
so lucid and vibrant remains, as

tender
strains of love
embraced enlacing we two, while

you
do step by step
my spirit wholesome hail, so

beloved,
let not this time
our quite unintended desire fail

here
I plead our fair
and much deserving hearts

gentle
and so keenly
accorded, enamored and yes

quite quite smitten

Salt Lake City 31 May 2022

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