napowrimo 2017: #10 & 11

i am done apologizing
for my massive
boundless
enveloping
sticky
desire

and what i do with it.

love me,
love my gravitational pull;
fight me
and get pulled apart.

napowrimo 2017: #8

it's been
4 months
and 19 days
since...

venus rollin' backwards
mercury 'bout to act a fool,
but even when they're in my favor,
my bed stays cold
'cause old flames won't do.

still, i declare:
every day
is one day closer
to finding
you.

defining desire

sometimes my desire is so big, deep and wide, i can't imagine asking any mortal to satisfy it. 

i wouldn't know how to ask...

the physical is the most obvious. and fun.
but then you have to capture my heart.
and my spirit.

my mind is always aching to be fed, tickled, sweetened and challenged.

i hunger for meaning. 
for substance.
in everything.

there are no coincidences here.
no chance meetings or occurrences.

i desire with a passion that both intices and terrifies. attracts and repels. intrigues and intimidates.

i am deep.
and wide.

and i've stopped feeling sorry about it.

now, i'd just like to be filled.
slowly.
patiently.
with an intent to cultivate our seeds
and reap a fantastic harvest.

thief {napowrimo '11, #10}

for beni

he's convinced
i'm made of honey and
sneaks into my dreams
to grab sticky kisses
and handfuls of flesh.

waking,
he snatches breath, speech
with quick hands and tongue;

the soft, sweet mouth
renders me helpless.

no need
to hurt me...
take what you want.
i'm yours.

maker

you have always been
the first.

opening
stretching
guiding
me...

versed in the art of seduction
offering the first taste of bliss,
you slipped in and out of darkness
bearing just enough light
for me to see my hands
in front of my face
and your hands
all over me

but never enough
to find my way out--
until you were ready.

this time
i am protected,
shuttered behind fences
you did not build
and cannot break.

i hear the warnings,
know the signs.

but...
can i deny you
when you know
the heat in my blood
and the sweetness in my tears?

virtue

i am a lusty broad.

my lust gets me outta bed in the morning.

it is as rich as cream,
sweet as chocolate,
smooth as marble.

my lust is the scarlet red blood in my veins.
it is delicious.
it rolls off my tongue like caribbean spanish r's
and makes it tingle like cayenne pepper.

my lust
is fundamental
to my being
and needs
no fixing
no repentance
and no pity.

the encounter (napowrimo #7)

part 3

recalling the beauty of your instrument
makes me want to sing.

you tell me
you'll be my toy--
if that's what i want.

i want
to play into the night
hitting high notes
and strumming bass lines.

i've noticed
i'm having difficulty
erasing the handprints you left behind.

you wanted me to know something...

i want to make sure
i got the message.

come
here...

the encounter (napowrimo #6)

part 2

the beat
is on the other side
of the wall
you've pinned me to.

this dance is different,
dangerous...

time is of the essence:
we stuff soundbites of our lives
between kisses
and inappropriate hand gestures.

you are both sweet
and completely irreverent;
playing the gentleman
as you grab my ass.

i bite your lower lip
'cause it looked good
when you did it.

all the while,
the grind continues.

i ponder the futility
of exchanging information
when i'll never see you again,
but i oblige
anyway,

making a mental note
of the beauty of your eyes.

i give your hand one last squeeze,
then leave to get ready
for my next party...

chant

you don't have to love me
just love my body
need me
like water
like water
drippin' like water

drink me
there is enough to quench any thirst
you've ever had

tease me
please me
please
i won't beg
...much more

gimme
gimme
gimme more
savory kisses 
sweet tongue flicks
turn sentences into stutters
with naughty whispered words

use me
for good or ill

all is fair, here, love

you don't have to love me
don't have to love me
just
need me
savor me
drink me
like water...

note

i think of you far more often than i should.

your sweetness, clarity of spirit, intelligence and way with words practically compel me to want you.

you bear the water i swim in...

i don't mean to imply it's a forever thing.
i am not the mother of your children or the apple of your eye.

...and i don't need to be.

what i need is a little of your honey rubbed into my sore spots.
i'll return your favors with deep kisses and fire warmth.

...if you like. 
it's up to you.

i won't push this time.  only wait.