Her touch gentle on my skin
Slowly, Gracefully she moves with my hand
Slow purposeful steady beats
Her delicate body on mine

So beautiful so warm
On the wind erratic and driven
In hand poised and inviting
Wings dancing as I breath

She flickers and turns
My thoughts focus in the moment
No sounds but mine
My pulse visible as I pause

Imagination aroused
Such small wonders tantalize
Goosebumps rise in a shiver
Her delicate presence tickling my skin

Seconds feel like minutes
As I focus on every vibration of her wings
The warmth of the moment lingers
In wings that do not feel

If only she knew
The fleeting passions she inspires
Dreams of flying on her wings
Life’s greatest art in motion

Vespers turn to gusts
My mind begging to hold on
Just stay a little longer
I close my eyes capturing the moment

I call out with one last gust, “stay”
My hand shakes
Her steady perch no more
Blown free she is captured in my thoughts

The faintest whisper of your voice
The softest touch of your hand
The warmest glow of your spirit
The gentlest stroke of your tongue
The sweetest taste of your lips
The boldest action of your being
The smartest thought of your mind
The brightest moment of your life
The simplest parts of you

It is…

All of you that I love the most

When finally she came with whispers on her breath
The smell of fresh jasmine clinging to the hems of her simple dress
Her eyes caressing the silhouetted form at the edge of beds in color and green
Tall stands of lavender and sage pressing her along an inviting mossy path
Spring’s symphony directed in rows of weeping willow and apple blossom balconies

Slow and innocent approach her lover turns her head a shoulders view
The corner of her eyes filled with light struck on amber flowing locks
Her hand rises over her breast to rest gently shouldered and waiting
The other crossed under patiently brushing along her silken bathed side

A simple invitation of greeting eyes drawn closer along the path
Gracefully meeting front to back she strokes the waiting hand upon her shoulder
The fabric of their frocks dancing together in playful fragrant breezes
Pressed jasmine petals falling to their feet as embraced figures settle in

Arms wrap around like wisteria seeking home upon the lattice
Warm passion blossoms as her hands fall into her lover’s waiting arms
Carefully planted her cheek rests safely upon the welcome shoulder

Light painting wistful strokes over two a canvas blending to one
Encouraging wind brushing back golden hair exposed soft skin shivers
Her lips find way rising slowly over milky perfumed skin
A simply pierced attentive ear sparkles silver and white

A moments pause the symphony of spring yields in anticipation
She frees soft breath of words meant true and dear eternal
Only three, at the edge of the thoughtful garden

Blackjack

Temptation takes it’s prize

Delicate trembling.
Shivers run along fingers of gentle caress.

Locks of long red hair sweep exposed skin.
Hands caress explored open acceptance.
Hearts race to follow beat.
Warm blushes fall below eyes in fixed gazes.

Moist passes.
Lips ache for passionate embrace.
Embraced rivers of excited flesh.
Secure feelings bond endless moments.
Anticipation unfolds in moments yet born.

Red lips will to intimate partners.
Fingers cradling face in hand.
Passionate steps dance closer in each breath.

Reunite sensual moments of long distant companions.
Silent Goodnight passes each passionate kiss.

Scented candles burn unseen.
The warm light flickers beneath the door along the hardwood floor.
Her instructions to wait in the den echo in my head.
I cannot help but wonder why she asked me over.
After all she is just a friend.

An hour passes beneath my thumb and the remote for the TV.
The over-sized leather chair imprisons me and my conflicted thoughts.
Angela is just a friend and she is engaged… but she is so beautiful.
All those nights dancing at the club together.
Just girl friends out having fun.

The bathroom goes silent.
Faint sounds of someone tidying up the space.
Silence.
Oh that endless silence is enough to drown out dialogue form the TV .

The bathroom door on the other side of the den creeks open.
My friend appears again from her bath.
Her skin still moist under her robe.
She moves ever so gracefully to her room.

“I will be out in a minute.”
An eternity passes in my mind.
I feel myself become aroused.
What am I thinking?
We are just friends.
The moisture and scents from the bathroom creep into my thoughts.
I should probably go home soon.

As quickly as she disappears…. She walks in.
Angela is dressed in simple but inviting negligee.
I am suddenly amazed and overwhelmed at the sight of my friend.
She is so beautiful.
Conflicted thoughts quickly turn.

My life will be forever changed in an instant.
3 months of pure passion and guiltless fantasy follow one sentence.
Her words and our passion to this day still warm my heart.

“You can stay here tonight if you want.”

20 years ago and still the scent of her body fills my senses.
The taste of her excites my lips.
The warmth that we shared is forever burned into my being.
I will never forget her.
My first true lover.