You and me...
on days when the sun is shining
I think that life is fine
and the troubles that slow the mind
could just fade away
letting life play
but the first drops of rain
won't change the game
scrambling to stay in the dry
looking out on a cloudy sky
I can still see the sunshine in your eyes...
me and you....
little bits of possibility
dribble into the glass of time
and fate, I guess, has been so kind
as to let me have this dance with you
a tango that so far has been so cool
and as long as the music plays
you got me..even on rainy days
a journey that I'm glad I took
upon which I hope there's more to look
as we walk under life's skies...
i guess in the grand chronicle of time it was nothing
not an instant
barely a blink
but in this small space that is my life
a sun blazed down and struck me
and all that I had thought should have been
was stripped of me
had i built a dream
a fantasy of make-believe and wishes
meshed with my own rose-colored vision
it could not have been as complete
as that which I looked into eyes of
and smiled at my heart
and like that, she was gone.
a voice in the air
that sang a song of adoration
and shared dreams and past heartaches
am I not all that I can be?
for if this is all I have to offer
what do I do when it is not enough?
Many years ago
in a distant space in another frame of mind
I dreamt of the mundane to ease the pain
and hid inside the shell of me
but since I crafted
a new edition, what protects the soul?
Mocha
an independent streak
caramel brown
she leaves me weak
creamy mocha
she excites me with her presence
a moody persona that seems to only show me highs
I crave her thighs
sipping wine over dinner by moonlight
is how we spend some nights
and I think of only the moment
living in the second
the future beckons
but my mind only focuses on the now.
I think that I think to much
With her I've reassessed
exactly what brings me happiness
it's the way we do the little things
the shade between summer and spring
increments despite
best efforts to remain aloof
clinging to those cards
close to the vest as if our souls would be played
Mocha
caramel brown
the imagination.
I touched her
touched her on caramel chocolate skin
running my fingertips
fingertips
finger
tip
across her lips
teasing and taunting
best appreciated by candlelight
on a warm night
under covers
with no others
drops of oil
moisturize the already wet
spot
I touched her
touched her soul
but between it and me
I explored the deep brown sea
of her
her thighs
lows and highs
body on the edge of delicious
I want to sup for hours
at the well of her femininity
a feast of flesh and fantasy
sensation overload
satisfaction mode
tweaking hidden zones
felt in the bones
I feel her body tremble
a heady mix
of fear and anticipation
my fingers and other parts
seeking heat
and striving again
and again
again
ugh
to elicit her vocalization
hoping for
a wordless
appreciation
of the testament
to my attraction
passion flowing in the physical
consuming seconds
minutes
hours
days
stimulation that resonates
through the memory
dreams and breathing
until
just until
that is
me.