I see you better with my eyes closed,
Where I can unwrap everything I’ve missed,
Find the point we left off,
Transition and catch up,
To here and now.
Not to last week’s frustrations,
Or yesterday’s woes,
But to a feeling of history,
As your hand runs up and under my shirt.
Skin haunted for far too long,
Lips hungry,
Chapped with desire.
Kiss me,
So I can remember,
Pull forth the memories,
Then sling shot me to the present.
Me.
Laying on your bed,
The feel of clean white sheets against my back,
The firm pressure of your hips pushing into mine.
My body arching in response,
Awakening from the comatose of painful endless days alone.
The burning of your skin searing into me,
Fusing,
Initiating fresh emotions,
Your hands relearning the curvature of my body.
Layer by layer lost,
Until all my recollections of you are piled high beside us.
And I am naked and exposed,
Leaving me but one thing,
To open my eyes and slowly take you in.

Sleepy eyes feb 2012

I burn for you,

Like a summer rain hitting the hot pavement,

Evaporating into something new.

Changed,

Steaming into a shape that will fit you,

Consuming your form.

Breathless,

For there will be nothing between us,

We will be all that is needed.

There will be no feeling,

No hot or cold sensations,

Just desire running,

Down and over,

Like your fingers across my skin,

And without hesitation,

I will let you in,

Wrapping you with my arms.

Folding you into my body,

Becoming one,

Setting each other on fire. 

sleepy.eyes.2011

Close your eyes.
See what I see.
Take a deep breath. 
White walls.
Pristine like orchids petals. 
Empty room.
Patio door to my left.
Kitchen over center to my right. 
Orientate yourself.
Like a map of emotions. 
Feel the wall against my back. 
Smell rain in the air. 
Dampness seeping into our skin.
Pause.
My heart quickens.
Rewind to the pile on the floor.
Taste of fresh cherry on your lips.
Hands above my head.
Pinned into submission. 
Skin roused.
Screaming raised like braille. 
Read me.
Hands run over.
A messenger with an urgent letter.
Body flushed. 
Warmed like the hues in the sunset. 
The pause before entry.
A moment. 
Brief.
Reclaiming senses.
They do not want to be found.
Charging ahead.
Full force.
Breathlessly searching.
Exploring every inch of desire.
Be my strength.
Legs wrap around.
Pulling in close.
The eye of the storm has passed.
Ration and reason fled.
Fingers grab needily.
Lips take.
Nibbling in haste.
Bodies meet and part.
Perfect rhythm.
We dance.
Lightening cracks. 
Tipping over we go. 
Released out. 
Close your eyes.
Whispers in the dark.
Come with me.

sleepy.eyes.may.2011

I have wilted without you.

I want you with all that I am and all that I can be…

*

I open the door, anticipation tingles every nerve in my body. I replay scenario after scenario of how it will be. What words will escape my perfect rosy red lips. I am nervous from longing for this moment to come. We are both uncertain of which path this storm will choose. We dance around each other, testing the air. 

Then it happens, contact. The faintest touch of your hand I almost wonder if it is real. Your presence slides up my arm, the storm is brooding. Goose bumps leave a map of the disturbance. You saddle up behind me, completely, wrapping your arms around me. We both breathe in as one. 

You strip me delicately, the calm before the storm. You let the fabric of my shirt send gales that ripple through me. Your breath inhales sweetness off my skin. I lean into you. Your hand so easily finds the clasp of my bra and it echoes in the silence of the bedroom. You slid one shoulder strap down, and kiss where it once lay, then the other repeating the process. It drops to the floor at my feet. Your hands rush in to cover me, the heat rushes to my cheeks.  I feel you push back, and your shirt is off instantly and before I can do anything your skin warms up to mine. I lean my head over, exposing my neck, exposing my life. Your head nuzzles into it and breaths in, deep. Your fingers play with my buttons and then my zipper and gravity pulls everything, down. 

I feel your chest expand against my back as your hands pull me closer. I need you. Like the desert needs the rain. I am waiting to absorb you. My thirst is great. I love you grabbing in desperation for all you have been denied. My breasts are cupped into perfect shape by you. Your fingers drizzle down tracing eloquent patterns on my burning skin. Your hand runs over the curves of body.

Your lips connect with the nape of my neck as you firmly contain the moan and movement you stir within me. Like the first drops of the monsoon, the first cool drops sizzle on the hot earth. You are forming around me, taking my shape. I cannot figure out where your hands end and mine begin. I reach up and around fingers running through your hair. Your hips roll with mine. I want your naked flesh to take more, have more. Give me more, I beg…

You flip me around with powerful intentions. Our lips lock. Tongues dance like the stormy wind. I dig my tongue into your mouth, I find you. I ask with words unspoken to release me. Please do that unto me, in and to me. 

You guide me down to the floor; you are the storm above me that I desire. I tighten with anticipated deliverance of water on my parched region. The storm releases, as I arch to receive fully. I blossom with satisfaction, like the flowers in the desert. 

*

You are my deliverance. You are my life. 

sleepy.eyes. 

The sound of rain hitting the hard concrete.

The feel of it soaking through my hair,

Running down my face,

Forming a drop on my nose,

Then hesitation,

It falls….

You call my name.

It echoes between the drops and the wind,

Scatters across me and I loose where I thought you were.

You were so close and so near,

My breath quickens and shortens.

But soon you reappear,

Through the storm of my emotions,

Your lips like water run down my neck.

Hands gather like pools newly forming on the edge of my hip.

The world is dark,

All is quiet,

People turn over in their sleep,

But here we stand,

Out in the street,

In the rain,

Kissing.

I feel you play with the button of my shirt and undo.

I stand on my tip toes to reach you better,

Come closer,

Hold me close.

I feel you grow with every current my body flows through you.

My hair falls from its place with the weight of the rain,

My shirt clings,

Exposes,

Hands roam like the water,

Dripping,

Under and through,

Over and around.

Causing sensations,

Droplets explore

Places you have never,

So you follow.

Their patterns down,

Until you’re on your knees,

In the rainfall,

On the dark street.

Your eyes wander up to my heavens,

And ask for forgiveness and acceptance,

Understanding and courage.

Your head cradles into my belly,

Hands run down my thigh,

I fill the quiet with the thunder of a moan,

Escaping off my lips.

Surges run through me of electric passion.

I need you like the earth needs the rain,

In the drought of the desert.

Your fingers tease and release me first,

Until I am drenched from head to toe,

Inside and out.

Torrents bounce between us,

Your hands run over my face as you stand,

You loom above me like the clouds.

The emotion is over whelming,

The tension is intense,

My body arches toward you.

I lift my head,

Tasting the rain on my lips before your lips find mine again.

I jump up into your arms,

My legs wrap around you,

We form one storm now.

We forget the urge to be decent,

Too care that someone might see,

For there is no one else in the world we are about to create.