by Joeyg

Created on: February 22, 2009

Questions.........

As I begin
To understand myself,
I am able to journey
As a pussy-willow
Spotted skin man,
In naked view
Of questions.

I will admit, though,
I am an addict,
Desperate to know,
-
But you won't find me,
At nervous knife point,
Bleached face,
Cracked corner mouth,
Murder eyed.
In dumpster dead alleys,
Stabbing you,
Bleeding the truth
From your liver.

Cleansing knowledge.

Or,

Raping my way
Through your
Polk-a-dot cocktail dress,
And after bar
Breath panties, and
Into your terror womb,
To sprout, in our son
The answers.

No, you won't find me
Like that,
Behaving like a man.

It's just my own
Inner-ness I crave,
Personal stuff,
You know?

Keeping you safe
From harm.

So when was the last
I saw you, and how?

Statuesque perfection,
A goddess fountain,
Spilling tender love
From your trusting smile
Into my
Enchanted eye pools.
-
Your cinnamon skin
So finely woven
By times delicate hand.
A masterly
Seamless lace,
Glistening,
In that brief yesterday
Moment,
Or even farther now,
Out of reach?

What of your scent?

Of lavender soap
In romance;
Eroticism with
Water and
Your gentle skin.
-
Vanilla,
Finger flicked
From mesmeric candles,
Scattered across
Your Faerie garden.
Sprouted life bulbs
From bosom'd wax.

Lighting mood.

Your perfume
Ruptured in folds,
Of orgasms
On your neck side.

A seductive sidekick.

In your enchanted fortress,
Even the walls peel
Of orange and,
Midnight chocolate.

From cauldrons broth
A bewitching brew
Sedated in preparation,
Leaking of luring lust.
-
A medley
Of roasted, ravaged
Greens, bathed in oils,
Spilled from
Wrists of
Fairest goddess.

And your hair,
Oh,
Your hair.
Raven silk,
Hand woven, a sail,
For my crew
Of lowly scallywags,
In squalls heartbeat
Towards island whores
And sea drunk
Fortune herself.

Or,

Something of
Maidens musk,
Pulled to
The last strand,
From my desperation,
In voyage
Of eager love.
Convulsing a tempest
Across
Your stirred flesh.

Has it been that long?

I so want to
Take apart your lips
And Origami them
My first kiss.

What might happen
If we discover,
In them's,
Flushed rubies,
Soft suctions of bliss.
Ever flowing moans
Of mutual sensations?

Plain in sight
Are my Goosebumps.
I dare not
Hide vulnerability.
And even yours I can feel,
Ribbed pink.

Pleasure, my aroused?

But what else?

May I tickle
Your sex spot,
And pretend
we are virgins?

Or could I assume,
Your body, is my playground,
And I am free
To build my sand castle?

I don't know
How to take you
But I deserve to try.

Wouldn't you say?

Now I know for sure,
We are newborn virgins.

I want to strip
You naked,
And leave on
All your clothes.

Would you feel cold,
Or warm from my
Rapturous hand?

There is romance
In our eye time,
And flirting of breaths.

Can I purify drought,
And rain on you with passion?

What would happen from one kiss?

Would it create
Boy-Girl war?
Differences?
Could we keep
The bullets from flying,
Ricocheting expectations?

Should I take what is to keep,
Or give what isn't mine?

If I hold your hand,
Would you never want to part?

Am I your capture?

I am an
Abundance of warmth,
And now,
The sun seems weary
And your body,
A blanket of snow.

Is this why you want me?

If not,
Gentleness,
Why then,
Do you want me,
Empty, depleted
Of my daily goings?

Especially once
Our dance has begun.

What of your
Hour-less prison?

When we are together,
Only breaths move.
Fearful time does not
Dare forward,
Or sink back.

It waits,
For when
I am stripped
And without you.

I'm awaiting,
A validation slave.

Why would I
Want to then,
Flirt with
Near edge footsteps?
-
A chasm of broken
Hearts upon hearts,
Longing for a
Treasure chest
Of chance.

I am safe for now.

But...........

If I fall,
Your one tear,
Would follow,

So don't tempt me.

If it is okay with you,
I chance not the burden,
And instead
Spend my dreams,
Spellbound by your
Safe,
Nude,
Silhouette.

But I am glad,
I made sure to ask
Myself
These questions.

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