The gaze that Amazes And Glazes Two Souls Into One Poem.
The Gaze That Amazes, And Glazes Two Souls Into One poem.
Cap my pen
that stands waiting
cap your inkwell
that waits for a dip
and we will write passion
in long streams and tight spasms
only with our eyes,
sharing gazes that amaze
and glaze two souls
into one poem.
We will splay thoughts
across imaginary sheets of white,
strictly by sharing
long lingering looks
that quicken and wet,
and harden and thrust
against tight fabric...
Let us take many minutes
per kiss rendered
to acquaint our lips with each other,
still holding that gaze until
the heat of two pairs
of moist silk combine, entwine
and close our eyes as one.
Like a turning page descending..
lost in the collide-o-scope
of your enticing pools,
two above, and one below.
Let us not rush headlong
away from the beauty of
just looking, simply window shopping,
and then daring to taste the prelude
of life's most ecstatic of joinings
long languorous kisses to start
sucking sweet breath and tongue,
and exquisite bliss from the act
of throwing soft glances against
the hard and rising wall of need.
This is how poems begin,
in the chance glance that becomes
the adoring gaze that allows the mind
of two to glaze and go to lengths
that no physical flesh could match,
a preview of the moments ahead,
and watching later as those same
alluring eyes widen
at the entrance to love's plunge
and as those lovely eyes
soften and close
when the sighs signify
the final chapter in one act....
of many, many performances
Come dance with me.