Just fantasies...in the kitchen

I wash my dishes and all of a sudden the thought of him
A video on replay
Changes the way I see a simple routine

Water running down my hands
Suddenly turns sparkling diamonds
Like his eyes, the gateway to his soul

His voice in my head replays
The sound of strong passion
Filled with a love unspoken

I close the tab of running water
Desire running to the sink
I think of his tongue running down my flesh

Dizziness floats to my mind
I close my eyes and focus on his presence
Behind me I can feel his breath on my neck

My hands on my stomach
drops sliding, gliding
Rain on my soul

His weight approaching my backside I feel pushed over to bend
A dark cloud overcasting ivory sand
I give a gasp of sweet surrender

Wrapped in lustful thoughts uncomfortably desiring
And paralyzed against the kitchen sink
I want to abandon myself

pushing together towards the far horizons
grasping for air while he gets drunk tasting me
like I am tipsy of the thought of wanting him

ok so i might as well contribute...if only once.



One Stop Passed Nothing


The first beams of light are pushing their way through the darkness,
corrupting the night sky.
Your breathing has long ago turned soft and rhythmic.

My mind, occupied with carnal thoughts,
as my love scented fingers draw little circles
on the small of your back.

Your hair, tumbleweed twisted,
lays stretched out in all directions.
Most of it across the pillow, a few renegade strands cover your face
in such a way, that a blind man could run his hands over it
and read the letters s--e--x.




I'm thinking of you standing there,
nervous as I took your hand and led you to the bed.
How you said you were fine
and how voiceless mouths, then dictated the conversation.
Silence hid, until there were no hiding places.
And I remember your breath deepening,
your wet soft kisses as they began to harden
and turn more rousing and more aggressive.

Vividly I recall how a sigh interrupted your breathing,
when my hand traveled from your knee,
up your thigh and came to rest on your rolling hip.
I remember my leg sliding over yours
and you quivered ever so slightly.
Releasing a soft alluring moan as you spread them
just enough for me to fill the void...



Outside the world is slowly waking.
You remain my drawing board.
My tireless fingers play connect-the-dots
with the freckles on your back.
Making sure to spell out your name
and silly little things new lovers find cute.

My mind has me recalling how our hands explored unfamiliar territories.
Groping and squeezing, rubbing and lightly touching, repeatedly,
as if fingers contain the power of memory
and palms were capable of recording 3d images.

When I finally slipped my hand under your shirt
and reached unprotected skin;
your eyes ordered me to continue.
Your heavier exhales' demanded I free your flesh.



And there you were, Venus in lace...

If life were a bus route, I would have leaped from my spot,
ripped the cord from the wall, rang the bell and declared
this, my final stop!

I'll never forget that next kiss,
how you cupped my face with possessing hands and kissed me so true,
I forgave the entire world for all its shortcomings.
This non-temporal deliverance abruptly gave way to primal lust.

The moment you guided me into you,
my name escaped your lips
on the tail end of an accepting moan
and floated past me like a Monarch
fluttering towards the sun.

I lost track of everything,
time, my surroundings, everything but you.
You, matching me move for move,
thrust for thrust, breath for beautiful breath.
Until we melted together in love's liquid exclamation point!
My hand wrapped in your hair, pulling the skin on your neck firm.
Your legs, bent at the knees and draped over my lower torso,
while your arms pull me tighter to you.

I remember our deep, deep gasps for air slowing in unison
and how that final kiss reminded of ocean air,
salty and tart.
And I remember the very moment you fell asleep.


So here I am, pressed against you;
my fingers still diagramming your back.
Wondering, when you awaken,
how will you remember our first night?




kc `15

Recent Rememberance

I slowly drifted off to sleep with the soft caress of your fingers on my skin and the warm of your breath in my hair.

I dreamed of your strong hands on the small of my back,
as my body arched in aching adoration.

Before getting to that point, your soft words over wine softened by defenses.

Your strong but sweet gaze let me know what you were seeking
And, my assurances gave you liberty to take a step further.
Your hands slowly traced the edges of my clothing
While your lips traced the edges of my face and neck
Until my arms and legs slipped out of their coverings
Just like my inhibitions loosened with a sigh of relief and excitement.

There was no stopping now
My whole body shook with anticipation
of fulfillment.

My body quivered in my dreamful rest
At recounting the lust and love of the evening
Which has slipped now into morning.

This dream’s ecstasy is just a pale comparison
of the merging of two that has left me in exhaustion.
The excitement has morphed into comfort and love
Warmth and security.

My abdomen quivered again like an aftershock
And reminded me of the escalation of pressured
kisses, breath, tight grasps and tangled hair.

As my breathing calmed and body settled back into restful sleep
My mind focused on your light touch on my skin
And warm breath in my hair as I drifted into deeper sleep.

tbc 1/19/2015

I couldn't help but come back with a different spin....

12 years, 8 months, 17 days.
Two kids.
The alarm went off, 6 am, up.
But not before he gently brushed her hair from her cheek
tumbleweed, he smiled.
And gently kissed her.
She rustled, smiled and softly said,
I love you.
He said, I love you too.
He went down the hall towards the kitchen,
all the while remembering that night,
so many years ago now.
He wondered if she would remember.
It was just a regular Tuesday.
Getting kids up,
dressed,
breakfast,
pack lunches,
dressed for work,
kids to school,
get to work,
work,
pick up dinner,
pick up kids,
home,
homework,
eat, baths, play, shower, tv,
bed.
Doubtful.
He poured coffee.
Sat down at the table and recalled, in detail, that night.
How beautiful she was,
and still.
How he loved her that night,
and still.
Smiling, he picked up a piece of paper on the table.
A note.
The kids are at my moms, I am off today.
So are you, I called Joe.
Come back to bed.
12 years, 8 months, 17 days.

Beautiful!!!exquisitely written. (((Leigh)))
#SherriePie

((leigh))

I read it backwards first and it sounds more hopefully and empowering.

This one is about the agony and ecstasy of love....It's for your daddy :-)....R.I.P.


Come On Daddy, I'll Walk You There...

Death be not shy tonight
Come out into the glaring light
Where mortal men and daughters fight
Surrender to your omni plight...

Death you make me mad, you know!
All talk but never ever show!
Why must his suffering be so slow!
Why must you tap that hard, then go!...


Death you are but shallow
The march?....You like it hallow...

Licking your lips in anticipation!
Breaking off pieces of consolation!...

Taunting, mocking, mind control
Holding captive a tortured soul...


Take him you bastard, take him!
He's ready, bathed and trimmed
Worn out even more than I am
Clouds of morphine running thin...

Stop your licentious glad handing!
Your invitation is standing
Your requirements beyond demanding
Your smugness ever expanding...

Take him Death, I'm begging you!
Don't test me Death for you will lose!
I'm not his child nor your muse,
I'll steal your thunder and cut him loose!...

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Thank you (((((Tany))))) ...This was a bittersweet time for me and one that taught me so very much about death and the strength and dignity of those who face it head on.....My dad was brave!....