no warmth resides unloved

No warmth resides unloved.

When your fingers gently
trace the curve of my chest
rising and falling with each
shallow breath, playfully caressing,

I laugh and lace my fingers
through your silken hair
hanging most resplendent
across my cheek, my shoulder.

My eyes closed, I can feel
the approach of your mouth
lingering oh so softly slyly
just above my needful flesh,

ever playful and promising,
the moist touch of your lips
the barest hint of your tongue
teasing the flush into my skin.

Without looking, I can see
the whispered wonder
of your breasts pressed
against my arm reclining,

divining enigmas enough
in the heat of your body
bearing beautifully down
over mine in what was slumber.

Awaken, awaken, Love—arise
like the sun, like the moon
in darkness and in light
in blessed panting perpetuity,

for I, beggar that I am,
need nothing more than this
moment of blood coursing
flesh adorning adoration.

For no warmth resides unloved.


if I could touch you

If I could touch you,
would the world stop
just long enough
for the Moon to giddy gasp
laughing a glorious song?

If I could craving taste
the very sweetest succulent
core of you, my tongue
teasing teaching you
how to moan for only me,

while shadows descend
ascending sensually stars
that bargain for just
a little bit more time
to spy the flesh of you?

For how else could they know,
how else could I ever
honestly know the highest
pleasure of being if not
for the quivering core of you?

If I could kiss you,
would time stop long enough
for me to thrust within
most inviting enticing you
and know the pleasures

of eternity?

a moon aflame

It is only now when I craving
close my eyes, sighing for
this brightly burning need of you,

my muse, my ever urgently
infusing illumination waxing
gloriously by the light of Serene,

presaging dark before dawn caressing,
plying your hands across my need,
pleading with me for pleasures more,

as probing moonbeams descend
from, my quiet, quivering love, you
exciting eddies over the waters

that warmly pulsing flow through me
from the very deepest source of most
sweetly trembling teasing you,

who, so insightfully imparting
deliciously these whispered moans
of moistly possessing passion,

draws from the dark a light
in me that seethes with desire
and fire and a moon ever aflame.

[Of moonbeams and the dark before dawn.]


i do remember even now
every bit of my beloved you—
i treasure beyond accounting
these vibrant memories of you
and of blissfully entangled us

and as i breathing indulge
my evocative thoughts of you
i taunted feel again so keenly
this lustful longing to hold you
touch you, taste you again

and were these much arid lands
that indifferent envelope us now
transformed into the green
and misty valleys of ancient alba
i would to you a shrine erect

and there by love instructed
among the unpainted stones
over dew drenched grass and
the untamed vines that cling
to the altar of my love for you—

there I would worship you
with my hopeful urging voice
my tightly trembling lips
my eagerly exploring hands
my thrusting engorgèd cock

with every touch and tone of me
in perfectly pagan rhythms
quite deliciously designed
i would you wholly adore—
my most sensual and sacred love

a moment

there was a moment
i am quite sure
before the sun rose
over the mountains
caressing calm the waters below
but i cannot seem
to recall it now

i remember staring
with utter contentment
at the suggestive shadows
of her softly sensual lines
teasing my hands
to recall the warmth
of her skin

i breathed and smiled
unseen and closed my eyes
for just a moment
yet when i opened them again
the sun was stretching eager
and brazen across the gently rising
and falling of her breasts

and i at once
quite jealous and needful
and so deftly determined
did drive the hungry light
of this most presumptuous
sun swiftly away
with my trembling lips


her body, i avow, is a cathedral
of most natural persuasion
adorned by the mother of us all,
and i am her most persistent
and passionate worshipper

as i gaze upon her slumbering form
my eyes describe her pulsing veins
like crimson vines imparting life
beneath her ever lustrous skin
glowing sensually under the sun

my ardor invokes her avid lines,
her curves, her quickly reddening hues
her deeply sky-born shadows
shimmering with reflective heaven
high above her careful spine

prayerful as needs, i breathing touch
her naked flesh tempting, teasing
rivers running pooling, parting her soil
i insistent kneel in this valley
drawing her forth, wet and glistening

my hands urge her fertile warmth
my fingers tracing the hardened mound
of her most hidden, sacred love
adored by this prostate zealot
who murmurs moaning verses

over the scent of lilac
and sesame


these words are not mine
that singe the yielding skin
of your breasts your neck
your ears hungrily hearing
some other voice than mine

surely these lips are not mine
that slide over your silky throat
so salty quivering, tongued
more than toothful blending
love with furious desire

nor are these hands mine
that even now around your neck
insistent linger clinging
wringing that you screaming
beg for desperate release

whose thoughts are these
that pleading ply such needing
over this skin that once
was mine but now shrouds
a dignity shredding beast

no answer worthy of him
whom once i thought myself to be
could perceiving read these creases
along my face as i trembling
release myself into you

and yet the growl that claws
its way from out this throat
expresses keenly the wolf
once chained within—yes—me
and being freed at last, at last

must forever penetrate the depths
of you, explore the burning flesh
of you, grasping your tangled hair
licking, tasting, needing always
to devour, my beloved, you