Archive for lust
December 19, 2008 at 4:11 am · Filed under Poetry, love and tagged: a continent away, anger, facebook, heartach, hope, I want you, joy, love, lust, pain, picture, tension, the pull between us, the push between us, urges, wanting you, you, your eyes
After all these years,
I found your picture on a friend’s Facebook page,
and when I look at you,
a small part of me (a very small part)
thinks that wanting you,
having you,
would steal the wonder of you away from a deserving world.
But mostly,
when I see you, and your eyes,
(those eyes!)
full of hope and joy, I just want you.
I want you all to myself.
I want you completely.
And I want to give myself to you holding nothing back.
But you’re a continent away,
and you have undoubtedly forgotten
the pull between us,
the tension,
the lust,
the powerful urges.
And you have undoubtedly forgotten
the push between us,
the pain,
the anger,
the heartache;
Otherwise,
your eyes wouldn’t be so
full of hope
and joy.
December 10, 2008 at 3:56 am · Filed under 13 Most Popular, Poetry, love, sex and tagged: age, back, call, chest, ear, fear, grip, hands, lips, long distance breakups, love, lust, nails, passion, reason, teeth, tongue, touch, voice
I wanted to call you tonight,
to hear your voice low in my ear
one last time,
to feel your voice grip me from afar,
but I believed you when
you told me never to call again.
You may not have meant it.
When you said
“It’s over. Leave me in peace,”
you may have meant
“I love you,
and I need you to call me to prove your love,”
but I believed you.
I hope you meant it,
because I believed you.
I hope you didn’t mean it,
because I still love you.
Our fear of loving each other isn’t fear at all.
It’s all the miles and years between us
and a little bit of reason pretending to be fear,
but what place does reason have in love.
I wanted to touch you tonight,
to feel your lips on my lips,
your tongue on my ear,
your teeth on my chest,
your nails on my back,
and your hands where I dare not mention,
but I believed you when
you told me that you had found another.
You may not have meant it.
You may have been making excuses.
You may have meant
“If you love me, fight for me,”
but I believed you.
I hope you meant it.
My god, I hope you didn’t mean it.
There will NEVER be another love like this.
There will NEVER be another love like this.
There will NEVER be another love like this.
With luck, the next love will never end.
December 7, 2008 at 9:37 pm · Filed under Poetry, love, sex and tagged: black hair, desire, detail, hips, lust, remember
You,
across the room
with your long black hair
and your hips for holding onto,
I wish I’d remembered my glasses
so I could admire you in greater detail.
November 28, 2008 at 5:30 am · Filed under 13 Most Popular, Poetry, love, sex and tagged: ache, bondage, devil, ear, honey, love, lust, sex, shiver, warmth, whispers
When I think about you
pushing me down
and grinning
like the devil,
When I recall your fingertips
on my side
and the way
they made me shiver,
When I remember
the warmth
of your whispers
in my ear,
And when I ache
from lust
or love
or both,
I know I have found something worth holding onto.
Something worth strapping down,
drizzling with honey,
and holding onto.
November 10, 2008 at 10:36 pm · Filed under 13 Most Popular, Poetry, love, sex and tagged: beauty, bodies, envy, gift, lust, music, perfect pitch, perfection, sex, souls, talent, tangle, voices, youth
You are youth and beauty, raw perfection. Have you stumbled into it? You are not anything but that perfect pitch, and I envy you. Do you work at it?
Do I want to be with you in the hope that your talent will sink into me? To rob you of your gift? No, of that I am sure. I want to be with you. We could make beautiful music together, literally and figuratively. Let’s tangle our bodies and souls and voices in beautiful melody.
November 5, 2008 at 11:09 am · Filed under Poetry, Ramblings, love and tagged: attraction, desire, fear, feelings, heart, lust, recall, thoughts, want you
My heart so desperately wants to feel this attraction that my mind says to ignore.
I want you, simply… I don’t want you in any special context, or surroundings, but above all else, I need you, now.
I try to still my restless heart, knowing that when I leave this place, you will be out of sight and mind, but that doesn’t work. Suddenly, I need you more.
You have a name, right now, although you haven’t always had one. Sometimes you call yourself desire.
But for the time being, you have a name and a face, though you may be unaware that I call out your name and recall your face.
Perhaps you are aware of my thoughts.
Perhaps you feel as I do, that our paths might cross for a few brief moments, that perhaps the world is but a stage and I have a walk-on part in your life story.
Can I find the means to overcome my fear of self expression? I may need prompting.
But what if you don’t feel as I do and remain silent to spare my feelings?
It is far better to know that you don’t want me than to hope that you do.
But perhaps you want me, too.
Either way, I’m better off speaking my mind.
There was a young man full of lust, so full that he thought he might bust.
If he goes on this way, and holds back one more day,
he’s afraid that his pistons might rust.
