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AM I THERE?


if i were there i would honor my index finger
by tracing the sensual lines of your full lips
follow a trail beyond the hollow of your throat
lower between the valley of awakened breasts
both my palms cradling their warm weight
as my fingers and tongue dance across tips
hard as pebbles, sweeter than chocolate drops
there would be no need to rush, i want to hear
you moan my name out loud again and again
i want your confession of all your secret desires
the ones you’ve never shared with any man
for this would be your night to be worshipped
at the altar of your unfulfilled dark imaginations
i want you to burn for me the way i burn for you
until you unlock the doors that have long held
prisoner your passion that now roars for freedom


can you feel me there, when you touch yourself
and all the frustration is being released at last
to the persuasion of my fingertips and tongue?
up and down your satin thighs my lips sojourn
until gates open wide as if enchanted by a wizard
who has come to plunder the jewel of your forest
yes if i were there…am i there, within your thoughts
within the full exploration of your secret kingdom
by your own hands that know the terrain so well?
i often think of you that way, naked and trembling
your breasts bathed in moonlight, rising with pleasure
your hips alive with the movement of love’s samba
your fingers impersonating me in magic midnights
calling out my name as the great wave engulfs you
am i riding that boisterous tide with you, lady love?
if i were there I would hold you close all night long



DJA 12/4/2010