I want to speak of passionand all of its untold edges, the barely tangible ones that touch like a summer mist,the ones that spring forth to take us in a furious storm.But to speak in such a waywhere all sings of intimacy and the deepest intensity, I have to touch upon everything, not just the fire in your eyes, I am searching for what will survive beyond the flames.How you open like a curious flower, soft petals glistenin...

Just the taste of your skin, like steam rising from a raging river,it's a heart helplessly on fire,the sound of a star roaring through a still night sky.Whatever passes through here,I can promise this,you have woven all seasons into me.Your delicate fingers once drew maps in all possible directions.The image of such a touch alone is more immediate and visceral than any poetry we can write.It's what I keep with me now,a lo...

Sheathed within you to the very root, even the slightest motion, the most minute shift of hips grinding, make me cry out your name. It's more than just a reflex for those specific syllables to form into a sound that helplessly escapes my throat in ragged needy breaths. It's beyond a prayer to some unseen faith.It's like a primal incantation, a chant that calls to something so deep and ancient in human beings that we will...

Whatever guided you and I first seemed to be simple chemistry, tiny atoms immediate and forever, seizing one upon one another. Our secrets helplessly spilled, not every one of them at first, we were too careful then at what we could relinquish even though we wished to just give it all away. It was as if a little more pain would make the entire heart follow next. And we spread beyond our own stories into one, an involuntar...

You'll sail through my blood, the first time I've ever been so entirely consumed, an exotic element to you as you pulled me away from monsters As if the telling of those tales spilled war's memory from me. There will be no solidarity to me, love, no origin without cracks or foreign blood coating my restless blade. But you come to me without pretension, with ceaseless devotion no man should question. There will be a whispe...

Something breaks in me when I watch you sleep. I know I shouldn't think about, but I'm in that crucial moment. Go or stay. I should hold you even closer. Underneath the blanket, bodies curved together as spoons of bare warm flesh, we can forget for a while. Neither of us has to remember that this pocket of time, however beautiful, is always fleeting.I'll go back to my little apartment, that tiny anonymous building where I...

You don't know where I go afterwards,after a piece of me is left inside you.Some dim, frost-sheened winter gladeor an endless beach of infinite grainswhere stars ignite against the still ocean,motionless in perfect celestial glows.And I won't be able to tell you this is a memory,we'll still speak with toucheven after descending fromsuch furious passion unleashed.I won't tell you how the last glowfrom your brilliant open e...

You'll see more when you read between the lines, I'll give everything awaywith what isn't set in ink.The chapter is already written all over my exposed skin, confessing that where you and I begin never ends.Our breath mingled unseen, I tasted you before contact, knew you were already sweetlyburning through my bloodstream...And that I wanted to live inside you forever.I wanted to take you inlike the eye of an eclipseand se...

My touch will ask your bodyto impart all of its secrets,not just to answer the achethat simmers between parting legs.I want my fingertips to roamand map every scar that I find,trace the cicatrices in a way that tells you how my skin will always be starving for the feel of yours.To go beneath your wounds,the deepest ones where no tissuehas been woven to heal yet,the pains that have absolutelynothing to do with blood.So my...

What edge of you am I not aware of by now? I want you to show mehow to travel much deeper, no inked sentiments shouting to the entire world of our story. We crashed in a more beautiful way, quietly unfolded in the privateintricacies of our own hearts.And I can't tell you where I go when surrounded by your depths,how to describe such human feverswhere blood calls to blood.Where souls call to souls.I can't tell you where I...

I can now pen words from a placethat is neither poisonousor far too sentimental,I can narrate with precision and tell you what I hold close.How I never drew my fingersthrough your windswept locks,slow enough to count the strands,the seconds between each breath drawnas long as the whispering of your name,the one that no one else ever calls you.The one too close to my heart,where it still hurts the most.Or how my body never...

Something familiar hangs between us,a certain palpable charge hintingat a wealth of untold histories,a spark that becomes a violent light.Perhaps too beautiful to last,too far away to hold,but I still see all of you,I still know you in the dark.You'll hold on long after we part,I'll feel it all over my fleshlike beautiful phantom limbs,something too sacred to let go of.A mark will always be left inside.Maybe we drew far t...

I am not permitted to understandall the mysteries that you contain.The arc of flesh along your breasts,nipples vibrate in tune with a quickened pulse,flicked with a needy and ravenous tongue always seeking to taste more.As I sail through the initial bliss, the infinity blossoming below, I've asked if this frenzy is the center of all things. The softest flesh contracts, more than skin seems to part when you finally take me...

And we're so alike, yet so different,a single language in separate bodiesfreighted with endless meanings,you whispered those and other sacred wordsto me where no one can ever reach.Whatever happens between usafter the rush of making love,my protective touch alwayssearching out your core,your anima will haunt mine.Fingertips moving towards the fiery inletopening between your secretive legs,I can only breathe you in tonight...

I heard your name inside a dream,it seemed to gently trace the seamsof everything I've ever kept inside,secrets you thought I once implied,but you don't know it all just yet,how my heart was left in debt.But I'll always be moving through you.And what outline the moonlight drew,the glow of when I last touched you,but even in that frail silver light,we ached for a much deeper sight,far past this needy shivering skin,close e...