Sheer Black Lace

As a kid,

I imagined myself as a lion,

Beautiful and strong.

Alluring gait and sharp claws.

Strutting through the savanna,

On a steamy, hot plain.

Caring for my young,

And not taking any bullshit.

As a kid, I imagined myself as a sincere queen,

Ruling over a kingdom,

With emotional wisdom,

And chosen participants.

As I ripened,

The perception persisted and widened.

I evolved to be the neck,

The support,

The dependable,

The enduring.

In my undisputed environment of equality,

Women hold the trump card.

Women are deep and mysterious,

Layered and ever-connected.

Women are to be worshiped, majestic and precious.

Women are courage and power.

Power to seduce,

Power to make love when they want,

Power to be vulnerable and in control.

I was desired, far before I desired.

I was generous and curious.

I was naïve, but careful.

I realized my affect,

And got drunk with the capacity.

After the first backlash had scarred,

My heart was walled and pounding.

Enlarged and enraged,

I craved unconscious revenge on men,

And collected hearts along the way.

I remember strip poker, and mermaid hair.

Hot tubs, with their disguising bubbles,

And sneaking out to the school’s jungle gym,

With only the light of the moon,

To meet the equally meddlesome.

As a freshman.

I was stimulated for the first time,

In a way that I yearned.

I was given the realization that I hungered:

I finally challenged the attraction of others, with my own.

A mistress for a night,

With a destined marine.

Amazed by my passion,

And surprised by his hesitation,

He respected my body,

Despite his longing to proceed.

My kiss communicated what I was ready for,

And my hands baited at what could be.

To this day,

I choose to control and tease.

Dance and savor in the desire, I cultivate in others.

Sheer black lace,

A dress that hugs just where it should,

And a man that begs with his body.


Copyright © 2014

Wonder of the Storm

(Full Disclosure: this poem is for adults only and includes intimate activities)

I slowly walk into the room.

Pointing my toes as I step.

Feeling each muscle tighten and release.

Seductively gliding closer to you.

Rhythmically approaching.

Building suspense with each earthly connection.

I start to sway my hips,

Close my eyes,

And move my hands into the air as snakes.

Finding security in the darkness,

I hear the horns blowing,

And I can sense your desire rising.

I am in control,

Yet vulnerable.

I have you seated.

Patiently waiting.

Anxious.

Excited.

Hungry.

I start to lightly touch your arms.

Maintaining the beat.

I run my fingers through your hair and begin to pull,

Gently reminding you that I can do whatever I want,

And I want to please you,

Tease you,

And have you do the same to me.

I slip out of my dress,

Revealing my lace bra and panties.

My hair is a mess of curls,

My eyes are smoky and intense.

I climb on to your lap and wrap my arms around your neck.

I tilt my head back and roll my body.

You start to kiss my chest and sweetly rub my back.

You pick me up and put me up against the wall.

Aroused by your new dominance,

I nibble your ear and bite just slightly as you unsnap my bra.

You passionately toss me over to the bed,

And crawl onto me.

You gaze straight into my eyes as you approach.

I watch your chest oscillate and mouth open.

You kiss my belly,

Then take my underwear off with your teeth,

And tease me with your tongue.

I reach to touch you as well.

You are strong and sensual.

I need to have you.

I reach for a condom and slowly roll it on.

Once you are inside me,

Time stops.

I relax and rock my hips.

Each time longing you deeper inside me.

With a need to communicate the ecstasy.

I start to get louder.

I love you.

I feel it all over my body.

With the heartbeat in my juicy mango.

I become warm and pull your hips closer.

Everything is building.

Picking up the rhythm,

I give in and ride the wave,

To the pinnacle of desire,

While you are matching my rise.

Rounding the peak together,

My orgasm is heighten and punctuated with each delivery.

I gradually relax,

And fall into reality with great calmness and revelation.

I feel closer to you than ever before.

You catch your breath looking at me with such compassion,

And mumble a small whisper.

I could not hear and ask you to repeat.

But instead, you dive your head into my neck.

Keeping your tender, exposing message,

Safely hidden until you choose to reveal at a date that cannot come quick enough.


Copyright © 2014

Lukewarm

Whenever I walk by a dark window front,

I can’t help but peek at my reflection,

Something about my body in motion,

It is a unique glimpse at a world others see of me.

I don’t do it out of vanity,

I do it out of curiosity.

More of a craving glance,

Thinking maybe it will be nice today.

Speaking of my reflection,

As if it is a shaded twin,

Who has its own life and choice.

Her legs are thick from years of games,

Her rib cage is slender,

Her breasts are modest,

Her strut is prominent,

Her colors are muted but contrasting,

And her gait is rhythmic.

My perception of figure,

With many starving around me,

Remained ignorant and unrelated.

As I age though,

I have dipped my toe as well.

I see the slippery cliff,

But the mud is warm and soothes my arches,

There is a small soft decline,

Before it drops to the violent white current.

I am tempted,

But scared.

I should know better.

I want to know better.

I want to be ecstatic,

But I am only lukewarm.

Do I accept or alter?

I am not strong enough to resist the warm earth,

So I mustn’t go near.

I am healthy,

And I wish to stay that way.

I hope society quiets down.

I hear culture changing,

I smell the sun rising,

I taste buoyancy brewing,

And suddenly feel the need to scream.

I assume in joy,

But it’s blurry.

The only thing I can do is choose now,

And revel in every minute,

Suck on every move,

Swallow every pain,

And know that I am me,

For many reasons.

And I need to be me,

As much as I can be. 


Copyright © 2014