That remarkable hesitation
when we meet
for the first time
at the coffee house
when I drop a silent half-note
into the melody
of our sparkling conversation
because I look at your face
and your smile
scrambles
all my clever thoughts.
—-
Noisy.
I said the bar is noisy
and I purposefully
act like
I’m trying to speak loudly
but actually
speak softly
so I can repeat myself
but I have to lean in
like a thief
who steals a sample of your scent,
a glimpse of the little muscles in your neck,
and the whisper of a touch as my cheek grazes yours
that sends heavy electrons
all the way
to the soles
of my feet.
—-
Slowly
under the stars
I realize
we haven’t bothered with a destination
then we stop
by a maple tree
still holding hands
we face one another
and then I see it—
that invisible explosive revelation
that you want to kiss me
as much
as I want to kiss you.
—-
The door clicks loudly
finally alone
and safe
we both sigh in relief.
kissing is different
with no one watching.
our hands join the celebration
the back of your neck
my hair
your warm face
my bicep
the small of your back
my hardness traced
all while
in this present moment
eyes to eyes
peaceful smiles
words expressed
that we have no words for.
—-
On my knees
On your knees
those amazing shoes unbuckled
my shoes untied
your smooth calves caressed
my legs held tightly
kisses up your thighs
kisses up my thighs
with two hooked fingers I slide your panties down as you raise your hips before me and I see you glisten,
you release me from boxers and gently rest the side of your face against my hardest cock
Did I groan out loud
or from somewhere
deeper?
—-
That your legs open before me
is a moment unto itself.
That I am between them
is a moment unto itself.
That your nipples dance freely
is a moment unto itself.
That we look at each other like best friends sharing a memory of a summer bonfire at the lake while we each offer a hand to clasp and with your other you press your fingernails into my chest and with my other I stroke your singing pussy with the tip of my singing cock
is a moment
that feels like
it has become
the center of the universe.
—-
I position myself
You position yourself self
gentle nudges
but I need whispers
like the recitation
of ancient blessings.
I lean over
“I need to be in you”
“I need you in me”
“I want to be in you deeply”
“I want you to fuck me deeply”
“Hold me in your warmth. Fuck me”
“I will fuck every drop of cum out of you”
“You are so beautiful”
“Shut up and fuck me”
That’s enough whispering.
And the blissy transcendence
that passes over your face
as I slowly slide
into you
is the most wonderful moment
of all the most wonderful moments.
—-
Half-asleep
the sweat
and whatever else
has dried.
I must bury my face in your hair
and you must touch my abdomen
because even in the twilight of consciousness
we don’t want to forget
where we are.
—-
Years later
you come home.
Another hectic day.
I take your purse. And briefcase. And phone. And lead you to the back porch.
I bring you a glass
of Laetitia Estate’s Pinot Noir
lift your feet into my lap
and rub
as you tell me everything
about your day
until it flies away
like an owl
and all that remains
is just you
peaceful
smiling
with happy feet.
after delicious silence
you open your eyes
and look at me
and then I ask you
“So how is that lovely pussy of yours?”
and thousands of little moments
awaken
all at once.