Talk Hard
such imagery
i have never
had anyone
talk
quite like this
to me before
so much
passion
so much
beauty
conveyed
so adeptly
i have felt
love
i have felt
attraction
i have felt
the desire
of others
but never
have i felt
anything
as powerful
as what you are
and
what you do to me
it is like
i am finding
myself
being led
seductively
by the hand
into a room
where once
was darkness
a room
no thought
had ever entered
as my body
is explored
and
my mind
is slowly
made aware
of what
a true lover
can do
what it is like
to receive
instead of give
the feeling
of soft
warm
delicate
hands
awakening me
to colors
that i did not know
existed
painting pictures
on my being
and
making me
watch
as they glow
bringing beauty
to my chaos
confident
in my colors
a work of art
unshackled
and
set free
by the feeling
of lips
touching mine
sweetly
they caress
never parting
until i forget
what it felt like
for them
not to be there
i listen intently
as they speak
their language
upon my flesh
desiring for them
to continue
their journey
each breath
a word
dancing
across my skin
a symphony
of glory
that i had not heard before
yet i understand
as if born to it
i feel a body
pressing
ever closer
to mine
the feeling
of arms
wrapping
around me
and
fingers
combing
through my hair
i feel a throbbing
an aching
that is slowly
enveloped
in warmth
so deliciously soft
moving
all around me
in the darkness
my own colors
running into it
bleeding
in concert
with the attention
i am receiving
rhythmic tides
carrying me
into depths
never experienced before
deeper
and
deeper
each time
returning me
gently to shore
again
and
again
i feel dampness
covering me
as hot breaths
turn to labored breathing
and
audible indulgence
the tides
growing stronger
more violent
and
i begin
to drown
in their depth
the eyes
of my lover
becoming visible
a beauty
so profound
that i cannot
look away
such want
holding me
in their desire
their need
for release
i understand now
what she requires
i give myself freely
to this moment
holding
her soul
with mine
as i feel
her thirst
entering my lungs
she floods
and
drowns me
with her living water
and
breaks my body
upon the rocky shore
again
and
again
and
again
taking from me
all i have
to give
till there is nothing left
except the sound
of her whimpers
and
the roaring
of our deed...
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