Within the poetic privileges of collaborative creativities;
I am blessed to work with a very talented poet-
Introducing to you Jack Killian:
Situated on an idyllic ocean front, we see a wooden boardwalk and a string of beautifully rustic white cottages. The eatery, a block away, is always busy and the sounds of laughter, acoustic guitar, and flute drift lightly. The air is balmy and salty sweet and the sound of waves, crashing in the distance, adds to the fairness of the atmosphere. He and she both live along the boardwalk and are well acquainted. She is a writer, lithe, restrained, and aware of the nuances of her sexuality. Her hair is long and flowing and her features are pleasing and softly chiseled. He is tall, unassuming, makes his living as a sculptor, and has a smile that people are drawn to. He walks alone at dusk everyday and purposely passes her cottage. He knows that she watches the sunset alone every evening on her wooden deck. She smiles and waves whenever he walks by and, being congenial and hopelessly attracted, they always take time to share together and laugh. He knows of her penchant for being alone so he has never intruded on her privacy. Tonight something unexpected happens.
“Would you like to join me?” She cooed softly.
I had always wanted her,
And each time I passed in the evening,
My heart quickened with the expectancy
Of being near, of touching her purest essence,
Of melding with the scent of her deepest hunger-
Tonight, I drank her in as an elixir.
She was a vision of loveliness,
A jeweled goblet from above, and as
The setting sun caressed her form in soft
Crimson hues, I answered pensively:
“I would love to.”
She was a flawless vision…
Wearing delicate heels, her toes
Were exposed jewels with cranberry nails.
The dress clung to her loosely and the delights
Of her form seemed as chalk lines sketched
Delicately against the flittering candlelight.
She was gorgeously endowed and, when
She bent down to pour the wine, my
Breath was taken from me
His was a soothing voice;
So deeply chiseled his masculine presence;
My desires wandered intimately across
His body just as they had from the
Moment I first set eyes on him…
…He was walking on a cold crisp evening…
Friendly and confident in his earthy toned flannel;
His chest hair exposed a warming softness as
The freshness of waves moved across the ocean
Chilling the air with exotic scents of March
…He was unaware of the effect he had on me …
Moving across my prowess like a temple of passion
He claimed my secret thoughts …entering into me,
Exposing my hungers unfulfilled;
This soaring need to be one with…him;
To reveal every intimate thought of pleasures bidding;
Wanting to know the sculpt of his masculinity with my hands;
I leaned in without hesitations
To finish pouring his glass of wine.
…Sliding one crystal goblet towards his fingertips…
I whet the hunger of my lips with hidden anticipations;
Placing my hand on the center of his sculpted back;
Gently sampling his broad shoulders
With the firm brush of my revealing breast;
Allowing my body to be undressed
By his attentions;
…I pressed my lips to his…
The scent of her cast off my inhibitions,
And when my hands found her firm breasts
And cupped her tips, now hard with desire,
Passions floodgates opened within us.
She was intoxicating.
Suddenly pulling her hair behind
She sat down and moved the chair close.
Dress up mid-thigh she crossed her legs enticingly-
“Do you like the color?” She whispered pointing down.
I was speechless
Enthralled and rapt
As she dangled her heel
So enticingly, so dangerously;
I felt as if I was struggling on a tightrope,
Balanced between the desire building in me
And the fear of losing the magic of her nearness.
When one heel fell suddenly to the floor
I was stricken in my heart and dropped
To my knees, she was a goddess,
And I would adore her…
Her expression changed
As I knelt before her;
I felt our spirits merging.
Full lips parted sensuously and
Her breasts began heaving slightly;
Arching back her dress slipped down
To reveal deep tendering cleavage.
She placed her toes on my lips
Gently he suckled my toes like treasures
With lips of insisting presence;
Our eyes locked in lover’s possession,
“Yes…I love the color…
They are so very beautiful.”
Hearing his sating moans of pleasure
I realized I was no longer the seductress…
I knew - like a lord of guardian spirits moving across
My body of arousals, gracing exaltations of love's divine purity -
He was going to conquer me with his seducements of passion.
I felt my heart succumbing within the sultry elements of him;
My soul purified by his masterful touch;
Polishing intimate spaces of love
With purity of adornments;
Discovering me like a rare calypso orchid . . .
…and perdures of their continued romance shall remain conjoining-
Into this…the abiding continuums of theOcean Front…