Touch

clarkey
Author: clarkey
Word Count: 863
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Touch

Featured in the Group, Lifeline on 02.11.2009>

A journey of love in word-pictures.

Although this is the short version, it’s very long.

Enjoy!

You’ve touched my heart,
you’re in my soul,
They’re yours for life
Although there’s a toll.

Now you must touch me
To ease my fire.
To feel the heat
Of my desire.

Touch my lips with yours
Taste the honey on them.
Drink of them deeply,
They won’t run dry.

Brush your fingers across my skin,
Feel the sheen your touch has drawn
My hand guides yours to some of my secrets
Quiescent but expectant, waiting for you.

I feel your touch seeking,
Gentle pressure building,
Fingertips skimming,
Now they’re teasing.

I am tingling.

Stroke and explore,
I’m yours tonight
Seek out my delights
They’ll unfold with joy.

Laying beside me
I see your smile
As you feel the pleasure
Of mutual play.

Lips follow fingers
Discovering anew
The secrets I keep
Just for you.

Your lips and your fingers
Quicken my breath
They make me gasp
As you plunder and steal.

My fingers gently brush your arm
My lips follow a path of their own;
I taste the salt of your rising passion
There in the sheen upon your skin.

I am burning, nearing white-hot
Your knowledge of this is too slow;
Pushing you down upon your back
I wreak my will upon you.

Trusting, you surrender your will to me
Giving yourself to my hands, lips and tongue
The glaze of passion on your face
Giving me freedom . . . . . .

Wandering the breadth of your chest
My lips give you pause as they find that small point.
Passion is coiled within that tight nub
Nuzzling and bathing it brings you sweet torment.

You watch my hand in clear fascination
As it weaves it’s path down your sweet length.
Across your belly, lower and lower.
Sensuous, erotic: you are waiting.

Twisting, turning, we burn together
Your caresses telling of your hot passion
So attuned, we move as one
Feeling our hunger grow ever stronger.

Ahhhh, you plunder deep of my heat
The sweetest of wines there you find.
Now I writhe enthralled in need
Begging release.

Watching, anticipating, patience eroding;
Pleasure and hunger, there’s no disguising.
Tempo of hearts and breaths climb
Movements are searching, gliding, now urgent.

You quiver.

Impatience reigns,
Your need runs the gamut
Pleas and entreaties,
Demands and commands

Lips tease;
Fingers wander:
They find you ready,
Eager to please.

I drag long nails along your thigh,
Barely there, my touch makes you dance
Then lightly scoring, you’re still, in a trance
Muscles ripple in sweet response.

Enough! you decide and wrench my hand,
Dragging it higher to meet your desire.
You clench my fingers around your heat
You demand my touch and my attention.

With guttural murmurs
You make your demand
Telling me what to do with my hands.

A fairy’s touch has you bite your tongue
An urgent demand changes my plan
Teasing over, my fingers linger
Meeting your need just for a momemnt.

My world now exists only in you
All else is gone to oblivion’s care
Touch and sight are all that remain
Of what once was outside the door.

Touch; feel; breathe; move;
Hungers mount, needs increase
Tolerance gone, waiting over
You rise again, with questing hands.

“No more”, you say, ‘no more play.”
Time has begun to gather for the storm
Heartbeats pounding, breathing hard
Eyes ablaze with passion’s flames.

Your lips descend once more to mine,
Plundering, tasting, deeply again.
Delaying that sweet moment
You tease my need.

“Now”, I beg you, “please, don’t wait.
I can’t stand it any more,
I need you now,
You said no more play.”

You laugh at my plea, soft and wry,
Your own face showing the depth of your hunger
You whisper husky wordless murmurs
Meant to placate, they drive me wild.

You rise above me, magnificent, strong
“Now”, I entreat you, “now; NOW!”
I reach to force you to breach my center
“Not just yet, this vixen will wait!”

Oh you are cruel, to feed my hope
Touching so faintly, denying my need.
Your own is as great, don’t make me wait,
Burying yourself, hard fast and deep.

Suddenly, swiftly, you grant my wish
Entering quickly, stoking my fire.
A moment’s surprise, gone in a flash
I rise to meet you, giving you all.

Now you’ve begun, you have no control
The tight-coiled spring has broken, let go
Slowly you move, your pace increasing
My moans telling all you need to know!

There is no time,
There is no world,
There’s only us
And this infinite, passionate Now.

Eons later, yet only a blink,
The ultimate pinnacle looms in our sight
We scale it’s height, our needs so urgent
Our fires consume us, wild, unchecked.

You reach that peak, unable to wait,
You soar from that mountain, voicing elation
Release comes to me a short moment later
I join you now, waves sweep all around us.

Ecstasy’s wings carry us high
Our souls celebrating the beauty of love.
Inevitable, though, the world intrudes
We drift back to earth and face the Here.

Fires banked, we catch our breaths,
Basking in the glow of love replete.
Moments pass, my flames rise again
You feel them return and ask “Again?”

  • Tracey Mac

    Tracey Mac

    OMG Jan!
    Again!!? I’m totally spent!
    God I’ve never needed a ciggy so bad as I do right now!
    Such passion, heat and bliss…......think you just raised the gasping benchmark here! ;)
    xo

  • clarkey replied

    Roflmfao, most definitely Again . . . and again, too, if he’s capable and I’ve never come across one yet! Damn, such creatures supposedly exists but I’d liked to know where they are?_
    You shoulda had that ciggy while you were reading, Tracey, I did warn it was long – we’re a little warm under the collar, are we?
    Desperate lack sends my imagination into overdrive – I hope it gave you wonderful thoughts of a certain gentleman “performing”! Glad you enjoyed it. Lol.

  • ricardo perez jr

    ricardo perez jr

    great poem

  • clarkey replied

    Many thanks for your lovely compliment and for the addition of it to your Favourites, Ricardo, I appreciate both very much. I’m glad you like it.

  • RosaCobos

    RosaCobos

    Well, well…
    moments long..
    Yes…seems eternal, the flow narration of Love…
    made a sort of an intense mosaic of interrelational moments..
    all in one flooding breath,
    Is it real or a desire?
    Do not mind…it is as it is.
    And never to be reproduced,
    by the conspicous mind.
    Rosa (great)

  • clarkey replied

    Yes, moments long and they seem to last only for a breath, many such moments added together to bring ecstasy. It is genuine desire for a deeply-loved one. It will be banked from time to time, to rest in slow embers, for eternity, with occasional flares of incandescence. Ecstasy comes from many sources and for most, the best is that which is achieved with a loved one. Thank you for another beautiful, understanding comment, Rose. I hope it has given you a smile to contemplate that which is sought here.

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