do you really have to ask?

you asked me if we were still friends.
i said,
'yes'.
i hope there is never a time
when
'yes'
isn't the
answer.

in that moment, just before.

scorching hot lava
burning
through my veins.
explosions of light in front of my
eyes
closed.
there is no breath to take.
the air has become thick and
hot.
there is no sound
except
my heart
beating
and quiet moans of pleasure;
i'm not sure if they
are escaping me

or you.
i cannot find my voice,
i have lost control
of
my will
to
find
words...

winter kisses.

did you see the moon tonight,
i wonder?
when you were standing
there,
wherever you were,
when you were
standing
outside.

did you see that corona too?
light softened by the fog,
causing the bright
to scatter
just a bit.
did you feel that kiss
that i sent
with the breeze?
quiet,
barely making a sound.
like a gentle
winter kiss,
the whisper of
my hair
brushing your
cheek
as we make love.

what i want.

you said you want to fuck me. but i want to make lust with you. i want to rock you gently between my legs...

i snuck outside the other night.

there was a cool winter rain
and i was dreaming of you.
so i slipped off my clothes
and danced naked in the storm.
water streaming,
washing me clean,
waking me from the dream.

i spot you
out of the corner of my eye.
feel your hands
on my body,
slowly moving over
my wet skin.
your mouth on my neck,
and a quiet moan escapes me.

awakened by the screaming alarm,
i realize i’ve only been sleeping.
i can’t resist running my hands
over my breasts,
down my stomach,
searching for that place
you were headed in my dream.
i find that i’m already wet,
on the edge of something nice.
when my fingers finally
find that place,
that place that drives you crazy,
with barely a touch,
a whisper of skin

sweet rapture...