Eros

Eros

This Lust is systematic.
I taste you across this universe,
My heart racing in your regard, warm as sunlight,
My longing now a part of my being
As I seek to be the air you breathe.
I am in awe,
Sent adrift into autoerotic mastery
Every time I contemplate the delicate lines of your labios rosados,
Every caress I imagine in your honor
As I fall into a familiar dream:

We dance naked by candlelight,
my eye tracing every movement of your body
as I rise in anticipation, swaying to unheard desire.
I gather you in my arms, lifting your breast to my mouth
As you arch your back in the silent sway of candlelight.
This is the slo blues time,
When all the equations approach infinity
And all that matters is the heat of your delta rising toward me,
The conversation of my tongue and your nipple
And the sweet moisture we both prepare to give.
My hands trace your body as I lower you,
Tongue tasting the hollow of your neck,
longing.
I take you from the vertical,
Our shadows behind us, as merged as we are meant to be,
And begin to drink the wine of your being,
Kissing first your delicate ankles before moving,
Slowly but definitely toward your feminity.
The delicate blend of pink and brown
Of heat and moisture
Engulf me
As I open your tenderness and feed,
Gently letting my tongue know you,
Existing only for this moment
When this kiss is all
When your moans are all
When my desire is all,
Evident in the mixed nectar
That covers my face
That glistens on your fundament
That connects this lust to these bodies.

I can’t step to you with an envelope of empty dreams,
No abracadabra phases and mental gymnastics,
Just my appreciation of all the things you are
And the knowledge of my desire.