Enigma

what a puzzle you are,
to me.
like a rich, delicious book
i cannot put down
each page filled with
page turning adventure
you compel me to finish your story

your raspy voice
slides along my senses
pouring out words of your
daily and nightly occurrences
and your historical context

most times your thoughtful caring sweetness
overwhelms me
i get lost wondering
are what you appear to be?
can an alpha be that kind?
what am i missing in your story?
what are "you" capable of...

iceman.
can you be cruel, cold, distant?
your utter politeness whispers at the certainty
that when properly provoked
the answer is yes

but what about that other part of you
the heat that emanates from your every cell
intertwined in your dna
fire and ice

the fire within your eyes
as your passion awakens
stirred briefly
it erupts suddenly
and is white-hot and consuming

or was that merely
my imagination?
it has been a while.
perhaps it was but a blip
an anomaly
never to be seen again

i have no idea
whether you are
that passionate, soulful man
whose eyes consumed
and filled me with unbridled lust

or the polite jester
satisfied with turning words
inside out
for sport and amusement

what a conundrum you are
to me
and you know how i love a puzzle
enjoy noodling on the
whys and wherefores

but instead of sitting on the sidelines
sorting you out
i want to jump in a pool
of you
and let the solving and unraveling
sort out itself
while you turn me
inside out