poetry of the sullen dance

the words

came seldom,

as of late,

and we seemed to drift 

apart.

seeing each other 

became a chore

and all we did 

was bicker 

about things

that didn't amount

to 

a hill of legumes.

the sparkle faded...

you said 

the world

had made you tired

and rest was the key.

i decided

it was all an elaborate

scam

to pull out

 those emotions

locked deep beneath

the caverns

of caring

in my heart.

that powerful smile

turned silent...

you talked 

children,

past loves,

making amends 

for the wrongs 

doled out.

you saw her...

a vision of the one 

who sacrificed 

so that life

would be complete.

it was time

to fly.

so as the soil

fell from my hand

and words 

were suddenly found,

it was to late.

now 

the arguments,

disagreements

and

lazy words

stare at me

like hanging darts.

because 

my stubborn mind

refuses to accept

i'm alone.

rendezvous

the beat 

of the bass

bumps.

baby, 

it's cold outside

but warm inside

and fingers slide

along curves

which sing 

the desire of the night.

wine and candlelight

whisper

directions

that direct tongues,

lips

into dizzy trips

that end up 

tasting hips

and emotions

flip.

 thoughts

of satin sheets

lie in wait

as hands roam 

like drunken sailors

inhaling

every sensuous moment.

breathing

at a frenzied pace,

predestined visions

of pearl and lace,

while kisses 

leave trails of heat

on sweaty soft skin.

a devious moan

creates

 the warmth

that we both crave.

vanilla wetness

arrives...

carousel motion

carries us 

towards an explosion

that mounts,

from your mounting,

fueled 

by impulsive giggles

and fetish nibbles

that drown our sensibilities.

we ride the wave

of cream filling

and ease our way

down from

heaven.