the night.....

i planted my lips on Yours

with music blaring

thumping

jolting

rocking the core of my soul

drinks in hand,

i return from the bar,

my eyes lock onto You

You,

perched on that chair

in all Your sexiness,

Your eyes sparkling

even from the far distance

clear thoughts

through my foggy brain

i know what's next

resistance now futile

as my lips find Yours

the soft sweetness insane

as Our lips now meld

into One long, warm

passion

the line now crossed

finally

Your shocked smile

a welcome break

to cool the heat

but only briefly

as the ice cube

finds its way to my mouth

and now to yours

as the night continues

a long drive home

but worth the wait

You

worth the wait

and so much more

© whisper 2010

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY, BABY

WITH ALL MY LOVE

missing her

my mind wanders aimlessly
lost in a haze
of thoughts
trying to figure out
all these inebriating emotions
so unexpected
so not prepared for

lying in my big bed alone
empty now
empty and naked
like my heart and soul,
two parts of me
missing her madly….
this missing thing so insane!

the wall writings are clear
what is happening here
yet she knows i still hold back
for unknown reasons
despite not wanting to
as fear remains a
forceful enemy

as tears slide from my eyes
i hold “Rose” in my hand
to find that energy,
that strength
from this smooth little piece
of her world, like her shirt
now covering my nakedness

restless sleep finally finds me
only to wake to emptiness
once again,
reaching out to no one
craving her soft hands touching me
feeling her warm skin wrapped
in spoon-fashion behind me

counting the minutes
‘til this emptiness
will be replaced once again
by her presence in my life
hoping i, one day,
will release the fear
of love

~wicked~

one night

***INSTRUMENTAL VERSION***

“Halo” is playing on the stereo.
her arms around me, now move
gently away from me.
in place, her strong hands, long fingers,
caressing every part of me,
outside, inside, everywhere.
while warm, wet, desirous kisses
sweep the soft curves of
this wanton vessel of
flesh, blood, soul, breath.

body heat rises, breath hastens to
lustful reactions at even
the mere thought of her touch,
her savouring of me.
every single lonesome molecule
rises to the occasion as
electrifying vibrations shudder
from head to curling toes.

desires remain uncontrollable to this
shared lust and hunger between us.
two bodies, bathed in the wetness of
sensual, carnal sex tinged with the
subtle delicacy of making luv
as time escapes us in these
tranquil moments of pure bliss.

when she finally releases me,
an overwhelming demand of
tears escape this sated soul,
a moment of weakness in this
afterglow of exhaustion.
the complexities of this emoting
not understood as tangled feelings
of joy and sadness leave me
curling into her warmth for comfort.

© ~wicked~


***Luv Me In The Morning***

sexual tension

i feel her heat,
her passion,
her hunger
with each stare
of her eyes
upon me

my heart races
body weakens
face blushes
to insane images of her
wantings

and
mine

her curiosity of exploring me is
not quite understood
by me…..
i continue to
wonder
what drives this intense interest in
me

why
me?

this ‘thing’ as we call it,
a game between friends,
a fun game
yet
also
a dangerous game

where hearts can
collide
crash
burn

where jealousy can
emerge
squander
deplete

or

this game can bring
pure joy
unbridled passion
sated exhaustion

only time will tell
how the game will play

© ~wicked~

web

she spins a delicate web of
seduction
around
me

luring me to her lair of
hungry
sexual
prowess

disquieting visions my constant companion
body trembling
heart pounding
breath quickening

feeling her every touch through my
fantasies
eyes
skin

every nerve of my body alive
searing
burning
wanting

until
true reality
rears
its
ugly
head

jolting me back savagely expelling
thoughts
visions
hunger

until

she
contacts
me
again

her seductive interest like a hammer
chiselling
chipping
sculpting

devilish sparkling eyes smiling away my
convictions
rationale
fear

with strong yet gentle hands she
caressing
touching
stroking

as she knows it’s only a
matter
of
time

until….

or
is
it

© ~wicked~

thoughts of a friend

note to muse for this piece: ok...it stays up this time since you've already saved it :
and yes, i changed something minor ;-)

who is she?
not too sure
at times

the complexity of her
confuses me
yet exhilarates me
at the same time

the simplicity of her
keeps me calm
in times of need

she…
always there
from day one and beyond
regardless of her own
motivations

through all the shit
all the bad moods
all the psychotic emotional meltdowns
the roller coaster ups and downs
the hot and cold sexual games

in that form, yes i am a player
not on purpose
just because…
my own uncertainties
keep me off balance

we’ve danced this game before
she and i
but i ran….
scared

scared turned to angry
angry turned to disconnection
more angry with myself
than her

disconnection from her
and many others
provided a cleansing
like a purging of the soul

to find myself again
as i…
too lost to live
too sad to breathe
too angry to participate
in life

she
still there
at the end of it all

with a good heart
comforting soul
hints of adventures
to be had

so
where do i stand now?
i remain convicted
to keep the balance
between us

both
craving things
i dare not speak of

that fine line not be crossed
as it would be far too easy
to fall into emotions
dangerous for both

this friendship
not to be lost again

©~wicked~