Maybe I should hold back
if mystery makes you want more,
before you mistake this intensity
for an animal far too dark.
Maybe I should hold back if this
push and pull makes you crave more,
but you may assume my shyness is some
missing link in me to you before forgetting
to note the darkness barely held at bay.
Something I must never forget…
All women are built from a fire
that most men can never
truly understand the beauty of,
we get singed and run away
or try to tame the wild licking flames.
I disappear through what seems to be
the mythic rim of another world,
tracing the hesitant tight portal,
flesh that begins to shudder
and open up to my knowing touch.
But there’s so much I may never know.
The secret chord to make you
flow with pure music and honey,
the patient faith needed to see
that all life blossoms from within.
My tongue travels what now
seems like a contained infinity,
where you forever surge against
the most delicate border.
And when breathing you in I pause
to hold an indelible perfume in my lungs,
something too beautiful and unique
for me to even attempt to name.
Maybe I should hold back if the tease
is what really makes your folds flood,
if you’ve mistaken a passive surface for hesitance,
if anticipation can’t be overshadowed by action.
Maybe you assume a second of stillness
is some incomplete advance,
a fire’s flicker with no burn,
a lash with no fucking sting.
But I never forget…
All women are built from a fire
that most men have yet to
learn how to truly kindle,
we feel its dangerous edges
peel us to the very bone
and run into the dark.
I vanish inside of what seems to be
the molten core of another world,
one where all I read are the mysterious signals,
the incantations and pleas to be soothed,
the flesh that now begins to quiver
and open to my knowing touch.
But there’s so much I may never know.
And even though I gaze upon
this drenched fiery opening,
knowing the secret chord
will always flow from within.
I still pause to breathe you,
trap your honey in my lungs
like the most indelible perfume,
it’s all I want to know.
As my tongue travels along what now
tastes like a sweet contained infinity,
like all life blossoms beyond these walls,
and no matter how deep I travel,
no matter what nerves sing in bliss
When I think I should hold back,
I must never forget…
All women are built from a fire
that most men will never understand,
I have to burn enough to know,
enough to see what flames shape you.
