Bookends

Carved from the same wood
Unspoken compliments shared
Hugging their stories

 

At Sea

Tell me, love
Upon the wind
When I am lost at sea
Which direction
I should sail
To feel less crazy
Touch me, dear
As I sleep
Help my heart to heal
Whisper to me
In my dreams
And tell me you are real
Take me, babe
Into your arms
When I am on your shore
Give everything
That I have missed
All of that and more

 

Unaware

I saw her walk
When no one was looking
Swinging her hips
Lost in her own sex appeal
Unaware of it herself
And when we met
Her body next to mine
Was a mirror of all things good

 

Flow

As the river winds through the valleys
I step to the water’s edge
Dipping my fingers into her flow
Feeling her wrap around their tips
Hugging and caressing them
Giving them life that then flows through me
And then she’s just a ripple
As my fingers reach my lips to taste

 

Winter Feast

The way those jeans hug her ass
Is really quite fantastic
Following every gentle curve
As if they’re mold from plastic
Like an onion the layers peel back
To a white and juicy center
A tasty meal when paired with meat
Sustaining through the winter

 

Contours

When smooth black fabric
Hugs womanly contours
I just want to squeeze