Poems - page 2
dare I?

dare I risk waking you?

and chance having you plunge through
silver surfaced reality, 
to be so abruptly yanked 
from your slow dance with dreams?

dare I allow my own selfish, 
quickly escalating desires,
now turned need,
to motivate me to awaken you,
you, my sweet, sleeping cherub?

and if I dared,
as the tip of my tongue called desire
slids through moist lips named lust,
would it be guilt or gratitude 
that soon shares our sheets?

Sometimes decisions are snatched from me
as dare quickly turns to uncontrollable must...
as, 
smothered in delicious lust,
tenderly, 
I begin.

Relinquishment

as a 4am fog drifts before it lifts 
from a secluded spring mountain lake,
silently shall I rise into your thoughts; 
momentarily floating before clinging, 
leisurely searching for what I desire to take,
successfully resisting all attempts to evaporate,
warm and moist, wrapping around your consciousness 
with fixed intensity, busy sculpting hidden expectations,
until your every thought becomes totally engulfed
and you, unable to turn from the captivating view, 
can no longer escape by flight,
and you finally surrender, 
while thick like humidity on a damp august night,
sensations of me surround and permeate 
until throughout you, totally I saturate

Oh, yes others have tried 
to swan dive into those captivating eyes
but they have failed; for none have dared 
to penetrate as deeply as I;
and that scares you, this I know, 
but what frightens you more
is that I experience no fear 
at devouring your soul
and as easily as sweet, golden honey drips 
from the tipped jar there you are,
relinquished and spread,
shamelessly before me and completely I see
exactly who and what you are 
and what you desire and need to be

shhh,,, I know, I know
there's no need to explain
there are no facades nor barricades
you can hide behind or refrain,
for far too easily, far too clearly
do I understand you; and so I remain...
fight it not and I in return
shall deny you never
for we have danced this dance
with eternal pleasure
for far too numerous pasts to endeavor
to count or dismiss 
and so, my dear, surrender
and accept this -
we shall continue to dance this way together... 
forever