Antique

Antique

 

Like an old lamp gathering dust,

 A Brontosaurus. Before the meteor in the Yucatan.

What it's like To be a lover

In today's world of instant gratification,

A fuck me now, satisfy me, then fuck you world.

Have been guilty as well of spilling my seed without conscious.

Or regard for feelings.

 Not trying to be hypocritical.

Have just the frolics of passion

With the sense of genuine affection.

Care and heartfelt yearning

To be with that special one

To burn by their mere touch

Commanding your soul with their gaze.

To purely ejaculate into an empty vessel

Devoid of emotion

Is but a grain of sand

On a euphoric beach.

Not the one to beat me

I shall come out the other side even better than before.

You are not the one to beat me,

Not the one to bring me down;

I am stronger than you

This is not the end.

My soul you cannot touch

Tho you do pose the biggest challenge I’ve ever faced,

Having to relearn all that life has taught me.

Starting from the beginning,

Crawl to walk, full sentences and thoughts;

Step at a time, one foot in front of the other,

A newborn with all the fascination of the new and unexperienced;

Fair is no longer a word I can believe in,

Pride can no longer be a factor,

The intestinal fortitude I have carried throughout my life,

Will become the strength to draw from;

I am not willing to quit just yet,

Too much to see and learn,

No you are not the one to beat me,

 

 

When we met

When we met

From my first vision of you hobbling across the busy street,

My heart was yours,

A quick kiss, a glance from those sparkling blue eyes, blushing cheeks,

My love was your captive.

Watching you interact with the world,

Enjoying every taste and scent

With a smile that lit up the darkness,

You lightened my soul,

The act of innocence of impending passion,

That we both knew was to come.

A caffeine infusion to heighten senses,

Your wanton look made my pockets tight.

An awkward first approach,

Feeling out likes, wants, romantic preferences.

That first taste of your skin and lips,

Ambrosia on my pallet

Stroking, kissing your flesh, meeting my thrusts with your own,

Moans mixed with orgasmic exchanges of pleasure,

Excited my sexuality as only in a long memory.

An afterglow that never ended for me

A beauty filled me completely

From the nanosecond of our first exchange,

My love was inexplicably yours forever.

Love adddiction

Love addiction

 

 Looking into the eyes

That inflame your loins

Anticipation to touch the skin,

Smell of the supple flesh,

Taste of delicious fluids

Beads of sweet droplets on your tongue.

Blood rushes everywhere

A warmth overtakes your entirety

Soul filling with a quickening beat.

Toes tightening and curling,

Tingling in involuntary spasms.

Thrusts of delightful ecstasy.

Quickening deepening.

Feeling almost euphoric, magical,

Hard to keep focus and control.

Wait to prolong the climax

Hoping your partner has reached a nirvana state.

Looking for the expression of permission

The wait is too much to bear

the build up of fluids ready to release

Explosion of ultimate release

Dizzying pounding of temples

Afterglow that lights up the room

A bright beacon of the heart

The stare of adoration

The Look only for your special one

 Sex is enjoyable

A good physical release

But it is just fucking,

And does not compare

To the passion of making love with someone unreplaceable.

Her

Her

 

I miss her feel

Her breath on my flesh

Her taste on my tongue,

Scent in my nostrils,

Her crooked smile for every joyous moment

Physical difficulties needing a steadying hand

Patients commanded by caring

The vulnerability of her soul

Confused that self- imposed logic isn't an answer

The pain behind her eyes

Over past injustice and tragedy

Striking out at the present over history,

Mistrust festered and hardened

Narcissism at the very least,

Deceiving, betraying, striking first

Preparing herself for heartbreak

Hiding behind a misguided self- image.

I have always known the breach of trust,

Internalized out of a deep love and loyalty,

Knowing the strife

She has caused my life,

The effort needed to put forth to keep her there,

I still miss her in my life.

Truth

Truth

 

Truth is not a subjective thing

Not open to be changed

By opinion that suits you better

Not open to point of view

Or emotional deficiencies

There is only one truth

A value no longer valued

A principal continually ignored

Spoken of with importance

But has no teeth

Honesty seems antiquated

Easier to alter than divulge

A façade to those meant to impress

Shame a value I have honored

And owed throughout my life

No matter the personal cost

Has gone the way of the Dinosaur.

Hard though it may be

Honesty is all I expect

The most respectful principal I can offer

To show I care and you matter

Breeze

Breeze

A gentle warm ocean breeze

Tingling your flesh

Between each line and crease

Hairs stand on end in a joyful dance

Making follicles twinge with delight.

Serenity of the lovely vision of your mind

Eyes in exalted euphoria,

Squinting to focus, capturing the predictable adoration

Chemical response is inevitable

Imagination caught in fantasy mode

My heart and soul is connected.

Engaged with every flutter and twinge

Every movement, muscle tension

Intoxicating to your senses

Addictive as a euphoric drug.

Offer of yourself what you will

Sacrifice your being to the throne,

Just more baubles for her mantle

Added to her display case of fools.

Much like the wind

She is unpredictable

You cannot hold her,

She’ll just to slip thru your fingers

She is never truly yours To keep

Can never possess the breeze

Only enjoy what little she offers you

While it lasts