minuet in g major

she felt 

the look in his eyes.

it burned with a scalding

ache

that pierced her soul

and created 

mountains

that needed to be climbed.

the dinner

was just formality

for what she had wanted

since he arrived late.

her agenda matched his

so the check was agreed upon.

lady cab driver

peering

and smiling,

as the night glides by.

sensation starts 

in the yellow lane

and spills onto the street

as jackson 

needs no change.

it pours.

there's something sexy

about rain...

so the front stoop

beckons

to the beat

of no refrain.

hand up skirt,

finding soft and wet

while the heavens release

drip,drip~

she proceeds with no regret.

the neighbors are watching,

from the building next door

but their lust is in control

he doesn't care anymore.

her lips part

as his tongue

finds 

sweet release.

lower the search goes

until lips meet lips.

horizontal and vertical

foursome

unite in a hurricane of frenetic

want.

soaking in the residue

of the dastardly deed,

they collapse exhausted

while raindrops

wash away

any remaining guilt.

i saw your face

i saw your face,

fleeting and serene.

a testimony

to the devotion

that flowed from my heart

when

i heard

your heart...

it took on the shape

of all i wanted

yet i knew you not

in the form 

that so many are used to.

we talked 

and talked

of those things you would do.

how you would

change the very fiber

of this hell

we inhabit~

the dawn 

of a new me

as twilight 

engulfed what i had become.

you were the embodiment

that i shied from

yet the release

my soul yearned for.

but fate 

has a fickle sense

of humor.

the pain was unbearable

as i felt you

pouring out of me.

from the depths 

i cried out...

my pleas became

screams 

that begot questions

which had no sensible answer

and you were gone.

the smile, 

that i never saw,

was snatched away

leaving me with the image

of what could have been...

i saw your face

and you were me.

tangled tan

sweat,

so wet and piston hot,

dripping profusely

from the tip

of your nose 

as you work

the pole.

you dance like a tigress

in the throws

and purr

like a kitten

that knows

her moment of truth

is just around the bend.

lift it up 

and slide it down

that ass

is a work of art

so round and brown.

the heat 

we generate

is a check it

and see

gauge...

one hundred and three

and rising

as we change

and you look back

at me.

i smack the bread

and watch it jiggle,

watch it wiggle

but this ain't

jell-o

as we finagle

the next round of brazilians.

the arch of your back

calls out to me

and i answer

with saturated

redness

that inhales

salty sweetness.

i listen to satisfaction

escape

pomegranate lips

and land 

on the psyche

of my voracity.

you tumble down

and soon

i'm following after.

surrogate sensations

voices,

loud and wild,

drove her from the shadow

of safety

and into the welcoming 

night.

anger was the catalyst

but pain 

would be the ignition

for her desires.

she drove

with furious speed

throwing wind 

into the face of caution,

racing 

to do the daring deed

that would calm her nerves

once more.

she fell

into arms

soft and sweet...

laced with the perfume

of times past,

they explored.

vertical and horizontal

lips

meet in a wet embrace

that sends chills,

warm and moist,

through pleasure peaks

firm with anticipation.

her tender tongue

teased a need

for total

tantalization.

faster and faster,

pussycat

flutters 

lady in the boat

while torrid scenes

pull sighs

from their throats.

she must forget,

she must not regret

the reason

her climax explodes

before womanly eyes

leaving salty trails

on creamy thighs.

gin and juice

dulls the senses

yet the reason she came

was to come

and that she did.

but naked laments 

fill their souls

as the reason for the

encounter

remains the same.

into the void

enticing and arousing

the core of me,

like a computer,

sent browsing

for the ever sweet

and delicate dousing

you gave to me.

it was hard

it was insane

pure madness

yet total genius

all the same,

i was caught up 

in your game

a rose from heaven

but yet no name,

did you give...

but it was all relative

to the fact 

that once 

our eyes met

it was entirely kismet

that you and i

were meant to be

like salt water and fresh

at the middle 

of the sea.

your mind played

tricks

and you wanted to run

your soul was still grieving

from the past deeds

you've done.

the night we shared

was oh so rare.

a gemstone,

honed from one so fair.

your touch was 

tantalizing

and mesmerizing,

a radiating

heat 

that kept my libido rising

and our bodies writhing...

so why did you

leave?

broken,

tattered and lame,

pain in every membrane

yet the only thing which remains

is the memory

of your smile.

allegra

she peered

into the desires 

languishing

at the base of my

fantasies

and tiptoed 

through their confusion.

my wish

was her every command...

borne of

pubescent fire

that burned incessantly 

in the recesses 

that i hold true.

her hands,

firm but gentle,

searched my temple 

for signs of arousal

that would 

signal the need for release.

lips of red

trailing

the wooden monster

that her presence

had created.

throbbing and hot,

her upper valley

eased 

onto member maniacal

throwing order

to the wind

and ushered in

the dawn of pleasure.

she did the apple dance

as my will to withhold

diminished

and turned to ash

under her enchantment.

i felt the sweet

approach of soldiers

as her softness

sent chills

through heated flesh.

i lurched forward

as the men in white

mounted a charge...

and she

straddled

with wetness

to heed the advance.

with back arched

and twins in motion,

we sing a song

of completion

as she 

wisps away,

leaving me 

drained yet fulfilled.

sweet bait for sigmund's monkey

this time

it would be different,

you told me in confidence.

happiness

poured 

from the depths 

of your soul

like liquid fire.

it was radiant

and pure...

as if you were a new

creature

borne into an old skin.

we reveled 

in the fresh opportunity

which presented itself

so boldly.

but old habits

are like new lovers.

they fade into view,

bringing with them

hope laced with familiarity.

piece by piece

the understanding,

which was under construction,

dismantled,

falling into the crumbs

of the you

i remember so well.

emptiness~

void and incapable

of passion or reason.

staring into the blackness,

that is your identity,

all that peers back

is that which always was...

nothing.

the past,

tearing at your

flesh,

calling your name.

one must step away

to find

who will search for them

in their absence.

i reluctantly

turn

from your

trail of delicacies...

knowing

you won't follow

the 

creation you birthed.