The alarm rings
a harsh reminder
for the day to begin but the show from the other side
hasn’t stopped yet
A quilt-like haze
layered behind my eyes a kaleidoscope of confusion
colored by a patchwork of nonsense
Of monsters working side by side Of grown men reverting to infancy Of rock stars breaking bread Of babies drowning Of enemies being friends and friends becoming enemies Of the impossible being possible
The walk of the semi-dead
dragging this carcass
yawning and disoriented making a beeline for the bathroom
Bits and pieces
of old memories laced into
the past event dujour
begins to loosen its grip
The water feels like my savior
a rescue from Neverland showering accelerates
a sense of wholeness the tile underfoot signals more substance
of gobbledygook dissipates as the irrational
begins to fade into reality
Carly wrapped up in my arms, breathing out delicate but lusty sweetness in my direction. Silk sheets aiding in the luxuriousness we were both feeling. We sidle up close and slide up and down one another as we are reaching out to touch all the magical wetness of forbidden areas.
Suddenly, Layla appears or rather morphs out of Carly, but the intensity of desire remains the same in this room which suddenly becomes a house. It’s gloomy while it’s steamy hot; we’re trapped but not.
I won’t choose just one. I want them both and not only in my dreams.
I stir, aroused by the return of past fiery life episodes. The intensity of the morning awakening revives exquisite sensations and feelings; I’m in awe of the desire which returns me and deposits me back into my past.
The pull of his gaze, a finger tracing my mouth and drawing me closer to his lips. Soft, warm wetness, mine mixing with his. Each kiss, tender and fierce, hasten our breaths. There’s an urgency, a tension demanding release, but craving so much more before it comes.
Our hands brush across each other, clutching then releasing at the subtle moments. Sighs and moans escape our lips when the gentleness or coarseness reaches a threshold in our bodies. Arching our bodies, pressing closer, the bulge of desire wanting to be cupped. It all feels so quick but in slow-motion. The haze of excitement moves us, our bodies following an unscripted dialogue, but knowing exactly what to say.
We explore with our eyes and undress each other with our hands. Our clothing is our only barrier, so much is already understood – the hunger to taste each other, the desire bound tightly until the right moment it can escape, the secret carnal needs – all are free in this moment.
Our tongues speak the language of sensuality, experiencing color in what we taste. The room feels engulfed by us, our red-hot fluidity. We vibrate with the energy of our imminent coupling. Every cell in our being is aroused with anticipation, every hair prickles with electricity; our bodies in tune to receive what the other has to give.
Deliciousness and moans escape our lips as our limbs intertwine, feeling the smoothness of our skin as we embrace deeper into one another. Oh, the strength of our muscles tighten around each other, neither leaving intensity behind. The excitement builds, and the urgency to satisfy rises up in us both. We are open and ready now. Our passion is strong; our desires need expression.
Our eyes meet each other hungrily, penetrating the depths of our beings. It sends us deeper into our emotional hot bed inside; the tryst becomes more and more intense. The intuitive knowing what needs to be touched and when delivers us to even more heights. What feels like invisible fire engulfs us both as we aim to reach the crucial element of our desires.