The Call

I made the call
today
couldn't help it
couldn't hide from it
tried to run within myself
reign in the curiosity and
disguise the blatant intrigue
I couldn't
shouldn't
musn't
but certainly did

I made the call
heard the smile, again
heard the pause, the relaxed breathe
the instant connection
acknowledgment
importance, remembrance
inquisitive about
where I be and
what I do
why I am and
how long I will
hinting at situation complication but
willingness to forge forward
press through
burrow under and
hide within

carving out specialness
a hidden concave of
pleasure and safety
for just me
protection of the purity
uniqueness oneness
of it all

I made the call
today
and I'm glad I did

You

I couldn't help but
want you
cling to the idea of you

You are the
breeze against my ear
the light touch on my temple
the caress on my lower back...

Soul Kiss

I'm sending you a soul kiss.
Only to you.
This unique symbol of devotion and love.
Identifying my soul mate,
spiritual partner, physical lover and mental stimulator.

Yes. A soul kiss.

My innermost vibration
radiating slowly in circular expansion
like a penny thrown in a still pond
creating slight ripples,
spreading and pulsing against you
filling every orifice until
locating your most secret self

When our souls touch
yours will recall making love to me
uttermost wants and secret whispers
admitted desires and deepest promises...

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Cinnamon Brown

So cinnamon brown
warm and gentle
molding me with
kind touch
smell, earthy but masculine
lingering

So sweet to the taste
light lips exchange
breathless whispers
We barely touch, but
connect all the same
eyes closed, holding onto
images of you,
cinnamon brown

So deep, blush rose
embarrassed by instant attraction and
mind wandering magnetism to
cinnamon brown
curiosity overwhelming all home training
rose petals velvet to the touch
blooming to expose lush inside
responding to
cinnamon brown kisses and whispers
breezes and tickles

So magical, opening so slowly
enthralled and more engorged
deep rose in full bloom
longing for
cinnamon brown

Merging cohesively, creating
blinding gold tinged lights
stars and seamless glow
breathless fixation as
this light grows brighter, stronger
consciousness fades while light surges
within, smooth and full then
shuddering and thrashing
gasping and seizing
bursting into a million fragments
eyes open, amazed
rested on you
cinnamon brown

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Them Eyes

Somehow, I forgot
about those eyes of yours

I stand here surprised and
taken back because
best I remembered
it was your smile that
lit up the hall and
planted a mark on my brain

So it's unthinkable that
those spheres
staring at me now
like golden nuggets
submerged in ancient earth
escaped my memory...................................................

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