My turn, for night

Waiting my turn, waiting for night
Another hot flash rips me apart
Better sex, better everything…
My body is ablaze!
It’s a true midlife crisis!
A 911, with no place to call
The earth suddenly shook
And I wondered if it was my ancestors
Rolling in their graves
Turning their backs
Away from me
From what I’m doing…
I’m still going to wait
For my turn,
For the night
Middle age, sometimes it feels like a cage
But when I’m with you Beast, I feel free❤️

Killing The Time

It was a tiny bite, made with the tiniest teeth

My lips sealed on yours, but still…we made a mess

Dripping, dripping, dripping…

Until we wore each other

Our lust, our love, our secrets

The night was our last supper

And my hands were in your pockets

Digging for your confessions

And yours were squeezing my bones

Breaking all my laws

We were both killing the time

Because it went too fast

Because we couldn’t make it stop

Leap into Love

My whisper is a love-song with a strip-tease

Private thoughts deserving of their privacy

Soft satin somehow frayed, but without any wear

Lean into me, lean onto me my love…

Your spinning, leaping ballerinas

Five on each hand

My flesh is where I want them to land!

Doing their life’s passionate thing

I used to whisper, but oh how I now sing!

You my love…

You are the leotard I can see myself wearing

Over and over….

Our Nest

You’ve given me stability

In my unstable world

A body to climb on

A place to anchor myself

To keep me from the chaos around, the mortality

Of a life once straight, then all of a sudden…curled

I’ve plucked all my feathers…

And made us a smooth Nest

A place for our souls to rest

A home for just us two

Sliding, locking ourselves inside

The realness of our truth won’t let us hide

Loosening the rusted chains

We sip our inspiration

And as our flesh opens and rains

Our arms extend to fortify the walls

Feeling our pleasure-dome’s perimeter

Inside our private speakeasy…

We speak..easy

Just you

Just me

And one cuppa tea…

via Daily Prompt: Nest

There are no words…

Beast,

There are no words…

For what I want to give to you,

What I need to give to you

(Or for what I want and need from you)

There is just emotion

My emotion…

My fast beating heart

Can’t speak

My frozen lungs

Can’t speak

My tummy full of butterflies

Can’t speak

My goosebump covered flesh

Can’t speak

My sex’s arousal

Can’t speak

My body’s desire for you

Cannot speak!

I am a slave to my passion

And my passion is YOU

I’m not a poet

I can’t write the mushy stuff you love the best

I can’t write words to tell you how much I love you

I can’t! I try…but I can’t 😦

The only way I can show you is physically

By touching you…holding you

That is how I can show you how much I love you

How much you mean to mean

I hope…

My actions will speak louder than any words would ever be able to

Love,

Your beauty

oxoxoxoxo