Longing, lust, love

 Light on the ceiling the one bulb burnt out.

Oh what is missing?

Not the essence of you in my heart but

God the full physical presence of your body

In my arms and the smell of you in my

Nostrils like strong and overpowering liquid

Gasping your breath like a fish. 

Longing only for your touch. 

Lying struggled on a bed and crossed

Under a blanket that covers us like

Snow and chilling us with drive to fill each other

To the brim with our together melting mouths. 

Lust but the sweet fulfillment of our coupling. 

Long we push until we enter each other’s hearts

Oh, sweetest bliss that rises to the topmost level of my soul

Very like the wave that carries me up to heaven

Ever will it lift and never withdraw from you or subside. 

Love that lasts the longest and wishes you the greatest joy. 

We are but a flicker, mortal woman, mortal man. 

Let us taste of all these pleasures while we can. 

Coming home

With you in a room, the doors all shut

I walk towards you trembling

Our fingers touch like old friends

Hands lingering on palms and forearms

We move together and embrace

And hug our love together

A kiss, the lips are whispering

The tongues together tasting

Slick with spit and breathing moisted air

I growl into your throat and hear an echo

A wave of warmth returning

Your depths and mine vibrating

The skin now bare and sliding

Your breast and mine still quaking.

No clothes, the naked two entwining

we search for purchase on whatever’s standing.

And you are slick and slippery

The tip of me just touching

And the sigh of your excitement burning me

With hot enticing

That pulls me in to your enfolding

And we can move against each other rubbing

Myself still mounting further

Into your fabulous groaning.

And then the plunge

That comes back wanting

And draws just to the edge of seeking,

Your legs are weak with shaking

And I lift and push until your mouth

Comes open with a moan.

And when we stand against the mirror

Staring at the naked bodies twisting

We strain to mix our bone with bone

And move to where we’re lying

Joined at the centre, the cross roads of our being.

And I feel as if I’m home and never leaving

Just the slow thrust and draw of muscles moving

The warmth increasing, the lovely wetness

Washing over all

Until the train keeps moving

And the pistons just keep on driving

Until I feel myself arriving

And we look at each other’s eyes

And see as deep as light can reach

Before the coming fountain

That drenches all our striving

With wet thick liquid sliding

Like a woman birthing.

And this is the love that we have made

Just you and me together

the doors all shut, in a lovely room

And for the briefest moment.

We were home.