so much more about what
gears and worlds turn in you,
the axis that keeps you within reach.
The intrigue has always been there,
but rarely ever touched upon
like lines never quite crossed
yet we know their borders,
we see the other side is really
a lens to what’s within.
From there I’ve had many glimpses
quietly make their existence known.
I’ve wondered if you would be patient at first,
then come to me as if possessed by a fury,
rush over me as a raging hot
river that glides over still stone,
the taking can be no other way but absolute.
Or if you wish for me to reach out first,
take the lead in this ancient dance,
that sweep would be slow at first,
I’ve grown patient over the years,
have learned the sweet beautiful ache
that is born from unearthing little details.
I pen words this way,
you know that well,
and would guess that I
would approach your form
like a new dialect to master.
I’ve always wanted to go deeper,
no expectation other than you
knowing I would not stop until my
fingertips alone make you come undone.
Heat flashes though me
just from the very thought,
wondering if you’d utter a sudden gasp
and fix your eyes to mine.
If your smile matches the hungry
gleam shimmering across your eyes
like we both forever share a secret,
like you can feel every sensation
on some new heightened raw
plane our presence made together.
My name in the air as your breath releases,
the craning of your neck is
an invitationfor my lips to roam,
hips grinding as if you feel
my fingerprints reshaping
you from so deep within.
My thumb glides up slow,
just grazing a small slick nub,
this tiny sensitive epicenter
an axis that shoots bolts through
your shivering legs and spine
when its borders are carefully massaged.
I’ve always wanted to know
so much more about what
limits you wish to feel broken.
The intrigue has always been there,
to know you inside and out,
the undefined beautiful universes in between.
From there I can glimpse what
storms your eyes seem to hint.
I’ve wondered what heat
will helplessly flash through you
when my lips travel higher
and tell you that I want
more as I breach farther,
to grip me and not let go,
to take possession of where I throb
as fingers plum dripping depths faster.
Or if you would reach out for me
and take the lead in this ancient dance,
such a taking can only be absolute,
the merging of skin to skin,
when you rush over me
as an unstoppable hot river.
I would absorb more of the details,
more of the currents that make you,
I would unearth and intensify
the pull that has drawn us here.
You know me well enough to
understand that I must go deeper,
that the fury inside of you
stills to finally come undone,
untethered from all expectation.
Heat flashes through me
just from the very thought,
wondering if you would say my name
like music only you and I understand,
a secret song signaling the floods
we’ve braced against each other for.
Your name in the air when
we’re overcome with release,
yours is a rush escaping,
mine is a searing pulsation,
a bursting raw axis inside you.
I’ve always wanted to know
so much more about the worlds
that turn deep inside of you,
the epicenter that keeps you within reach.
The intrigue has always been been patient,
ancient dances led by the music of your name in the air.
