Flowery words that lead to misty conclusions?

Words I write are neither flowery nor lead to 

misty conclusions.

I’ve written of  “Shadows on The Wall”

 and of the thousands of miles that

separate your life from my life. 

I’ve written of your non-ending obligations

and of the twenty-five years that separate

my age from your age. 

I’ve written of “Passion Spent”  

and of “Words Better Left Unsaid” 

I’ve written of the impossibility 

and improbability of our love, CC.  

Now...

Now I write to you

as a man to a woman. 

Now  I write to you 

with the love of a man for a woman. 

Now I write to you 

as a man of torrid passion

and stronger desire. 

Now I write of the dream of the one I love, 

and of the dream of the one I love

that I know,

I have not the slightest doubt,

loves me in kind. 

And within these dreams,  

be I awake or asleep,

I dream of you, my love. 

Awake or asleep,  

I dream of you and

of me together.

I dream of you and of me together, 

nude upon a bed. 

I dream of our bodies,  

warmly, softly melding. 

I dream of the hard, 

hot part of me within

the soft, wetly warm place of you,

my love. 

My eyes upon your face,  

so lovely beneath me. 

My eyes upon the pliable flesh of your 

soft breasts that ripple with the motion

of our loving movement. 

For I am a man 

and flowery words escape

the sensations I feel. 

My eyes upon the pink blush on your chest 

and the hardened cones of excited nipples.  

My eyes upon your closely 

tightened eyes. 

My hearing upon harshly 

drawn breath. 

My hearing upon softly 

gasped sounds that signal the

onslaught of total rapture. 

I am a man and flowery 

words have no meaning

for simply stated,

in the simplest of words,

in the simplest of phrases:

I want you nude

beneath my body.

I want your soft breasts

held tightly against my chest.

I want the hot feel of  the

hard protrusion of myself

penetrated deeply into the

soft fissure within you. 

I want to love you 

as a man loves a woman.

I want to be loved as

a woman loves a man. 

Flowery words that lead to misty conclusions.

No surmised conclusions written here. 

I am a man, and in no uncertain words 

my love I want to be...

I need to be...

I must be penetrated deeply

within the moist warmth of you,

my love. 

No flowery words written here that lead to misty conclusions.