How do you capture
The inner fire of passion
When it’s smouldered down
To a mere glowing coal?
Perhaps the time isn’t right
For blazing heat
Maybe the coal needs protection
Breathe life into it
And gather more fuel.
Passion
Galactic Heat.
I know what she wants
A kiss to melt her knees
A moment of feeling
Special
Loved
Before she walks out the door
Simple
Yet so complicated
I can’t provide that
Honestly
Only a shallow front
Of old love
Escapes these lips
Its enough for her
And not enough for me
My burning passion
Desires a stronger response
An amplified reflection
Brain overloading
Body writhing
White hot singular focus
One and the other
Forming an intense
Supernova of Love
Kiss Me First, Kiss Me Last.
Kiss me.
Kiss me like your life will end if you don’t
as though all your passion will ebb away without this kiss.
Kiss me as though my lips can take your pain.
Kiss my neck
my throat
where my life pulses
let it pass my energy to you.
Kiss me softly,
as if I might break.
Our lips barely touching
like morning dew falling from a blade of grass.
Kiss my finger tips
your lips gentle embrace.
Enflame me and quench me.
The [straightforwardness] of a kiss is never simple.
And it is never over.
It lingers on your soul.
Stained with promise and heart break.
Bringing two together in pleasure
joined in memory for all time.
A kiss gives so much more than it takes.
It is all that it is in that fleeting moment
and nothing of the chaos before or after.
So kiss me, give me…
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Twenty One Years On.
My unhealthy, depressed, stressed life
Is largely a result of my relationship unhappiness
Many many years of being unsatisfied in the marriage
With someone who rarely understood me, my desires or needs
Who lacks the ability to converse
In ways that are meaningful to me
Who responds to me when I’m upset
But only when I’m upset
Who forgets what I say to her, time and again
Essential communications forgotten
Sharing passion forgotten
I remember 12 years ago,
already unhappy and trying to rediscover
passion, love, intimacy, sharing
I see no recovery
Without at least, a long term break
From this relationship that has been poisoning me
For which I have run out of passion
All I know now is anger, spite, unpleasantness
I need time to heal, to recover,
to rediscover who I am and my loves
(14 January 2015)
Multilingual.
I’ve been learning the language of how I feel
Becoming confident my descriptions are real
Expressed through my writing and poetry
Are clear understanding – this aspect of me
We could all learn more of the language of love
Most people know little, unaware the rest of
it has so many nuances, we all could be
Better communicators, with practice, naturally
I’m brushing up concepts in the language of sex
So many facets to intimacy, it’s rather complex
Yet knowing what words describe our desires
Builds partner comprehension for passionate fires
There is language specific to so many events
When we speak different dialects confusion presents
A problematic occasion for hurt and friction
So when you next talk be sure of your diction.
Closeness memories
I long to be next to you
Body to body
Nothing between us
Free to touch, explore, tantalize
My awareness only of you
And your tender touch
My thoughts only to you
As passions reciprocate
Lost in a timeless experience
42 Days Younger than Kylie 