To Know (day 2756)

I’d like to know what your skin feels like
Wrapped so close against mine,
A hide so eager for my sense of skin
Gently pulling as a great test.
Oh, to see what sensual emotions
Ripple to each sensitive limb!
Uncontrolled discovery
Warms a fire within.
I’d like to know your skin
So each evening I lay beside
In awe I’d fall asleep amidst
It’s radiant pulsing from thy being.
Holy sense I have to find!
What could be life there by your side!

Down (day 2749)

I dove down
Into the garden of Eden
For I wore no skin
To hide my sin
I was no alien
To the depths within
For I had dined here before
I have drunk the wine
And sat up
Late at night
Surrounded by pillows
And dim lights
To enjoy each delight
My faintest inclination
Could bring.

A Path (day 2432)

I’m not trying to let you down
No, this isn’t me leading you
This isn’t a game
Where I roll the dice,
Make the calls
And you follow
Anxiously trying to grasp
The next move
To believe you had made
The better choice.
I’m here to talk to you,
To bite first upon your supple skin
To hold your hand
As we take each other higher
Upon the path of our desires
That anxiously awaits
To share our stories,
That believes so effortlessly
We have a reason to live
In servitude for each other,
While remaining unbelievably strong
In our hearts
So we can fully grasp hold
Of our purest magnitude,
Giving freely the most valuable asset
Of my heart.

Secret Map (day 2390)

I want to know your secret map
More immense than a shooting star
Follow stardust trails
From earlobe to tippy toe.

I want to know what it feels like to dance
Your skin so rouge my undone touch
Landing with a handful of
Deepened grasping of a secret scent.

I want to know where to fit you in
An eager route I’m turning up
Galaxy of your rising sun
Lost and eyes wide open.

Freckles and Moles (day 2378)

What would it feel like to have your neck in my lips
Your skin so close to my heartbeat.
Would your eyes look up at mine
From the top of your conscious gaze?
Would it be your fingertips or mine
Tracing entangled veins, tender areas
Upon a dreamscape of freckles and moles
A back opening up like hidden pages of a precious diary.
Would we’d twist and roll
Like two logs in a well kept fire
Burning as slow as we could
So each new ember could linger upon our tongues?
Would sensations erupt here?
Down our traced spines
While our roots began to slowly grow tighter
In a full surrender to our nature.