Saturday, February 20, 2010

The Remedy of Love

Is more than lighting few candles every now and then,
Or a romantic walk along the beach while holding hands.

The remedy of love is to cry with her when the night falls on her,
And laugh with her when hidden ecstasy overwhelms her.

It is making love to her in unexpected new places,
Yes, on the bathroom counter, or outside in the rain.

It is doing all the thrilling stuff that turns her on,
Possibly an hour of foreplay while squeezing her nipples:)

And if she ever gets old and starts feeling insecure,
Don’t love her less; tell her that she is beautiful.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Oh, Mystical Woman!

She slipped in my room unannounced wearing nothing underneath,
Only light silky sexy lingerie exposing her extraordinary beauty.

Her face shone radiantly as she elegantly walked towards me,
“Torment me,” she whispered as she kissed my neck tenderly.

I stretched my neck and whispered gently, “I will try baby,”
She smiled affectionately as she brushed her moist lips against my ear, “kiss me.”

So we kissed; and it felt like someone had just sucked all the air out of my lungs,
Oh, mystical woman! What shall I call you? ‘Magical,’ is what you are.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Unspoken Feelings

I can't help but wonder if in that place,
There was a room for a heart less than whole:
I will never know how the touch of your skin feels,
For I am so afraid my heartstrings will soon be exhausted.

I don’t know exactly how to express my inner feelings,
But I suppose it is too late now to dream of us:
Just for a moment's passing in the stream of time,
You will someday see how complete you'd have made me.

But now I see that I must give up what I most need,
I must go back hiding in my broken skin:
I must now stop chasing the elusive shadow,
And more so, dust off myself and start all over again.