now

Luscious tickles thrill
in cadence to
hot flushes,
his whispers are gentle. .
play heavy chords,
soulful notes,
without
orchestra accompaniment-
It is an aria arising

from somewhere deep,
close inside.

His is a
climactic temptation
hands saunter slow,
his fingers explore,
meander along curves,
Grasping and caressing. . .

encouraging, to meld body
against spiraling tongue
Open up he says, let me in.

Without a voice of my own. . .
in tangles of breath
caught between teeth,
I am his

willful spring flower. . .
so close to blossom,

inhale softness,
Stir this sweetness, make it yours.

I demand more, he says. . .
I want everything you've got baby,
come on, what are you waiting for?

Response erupts
from somewhere
dark
ancient, unlearned. . .
In a fiery charge of spontaneous
liquid combustion-

I accept his offer, unfolding.
pleas become demands-
craving not only mind and body,
but everything else in between.

Excite lost echoes of ages old raids,
as this war-torn soldier seizes
my lands, commits an act of treason
against all who dare,

Electric
are impulses raging-
charging through my head,
plundering, looting, burning. . .
his passion
storm troops through veins,
it takes no prisoners,
whimpers become moans,
incomprehensible demands spoken
in a language far more basic than ours.
Primal, urging
Pleading, begging. . .please?
What do you want, is his response
spoken low,
I strain to find myself in the chasm of realities
the sinister steps to my destruction,
my sun-ripened fruit, plucked; devoured from the vine. . .

TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT. . .?