Love Poems I – XVIII

I

soft silken pressure
lying against my body
warm moist inviting

II

delicate softness
enveloping enclosing
exquisite pleasure

III

shining greenery
flowers on the furniture
bodies twined in front

IV

breathing slowing down
exhausted bodies fulfilled
pleasure’s aftermath

V

release of tension
sign of the pair’s union
melding of being

VI

a chance meeting
a glance a look
eyes catching eyes
communicating much with no words needed
an exit
a drive
doors open and close
lights are on
though not too bright
some music perhaps
a drink
they sit they talk
hesitant at first
still unsure
although they are both there
for the same reason
then kisses 
short soft
followed by deeper more
passionate kisses as they embrace each other
hands touching each other’s bodies
as they slowly sensually
strip away clothing
exploring and observing
they move to a bed
now fully unclothed
hands and mouths caressing
all over as they 
give and receive pleasure
with their bodies

VII

one night of pleasure
creating by lack of care
weeks of constant pain

VIII

open hands spread out
both arms fully extended
pleading for some love

IX

do i want someone
purely for my own gain
my own comfort
or
am i prepared
to accept them
for who they are
and help realise their
wants
needs
comfort

do i know what i want
or is it
some impossible
mixture of qualities
that i want at different times
that can never
exist purely
in one person

can i stop
putting expectations
on everyone i meet
and just
accept
them
for who they are
without reservations

X

Eyes catching eyes
Hands searching hands
Lips touching lips

Arm feeling arm
Leg coiling leg
Tongue circling tongue

XI

Is the satisfaction
          the ecstacy

Worth the constant demands
          the exhaustion

XII

Two small rooms
     Gleaming metal
          Cold shiny surface

Varied size
     Holes in the wall
          A voyeur’s delight

Largest hole
     Used for nameless
          Faceless liaisons

Through the walls
     Hands and mouths give
          Perverted pleasure

XIII

XIV

Lash of the whip
Striking again
Holding leather
Wearing nothing
Red stripes appear
Crossing the flesh
The body writhes
In agony
Strapped to the bed
Vulnerable
Fully exposed
And yet strangely
Aroused erect
The whip is dropped
The body squirms
Held in suspense
Rigid hardness
Enters between
Flaming red cheeks
Agonised screams
Of pain and bliss
As spurts of white
Splash on the red
Pain for pleasure

XV

soft melodic phrases
arise from the instrument
that is perfect in its smooth rounded curves
the amazing juxtaposition of the
complexity and simplicity of both the instrument
and the beautiful music arising from it
it is joined by another instrument
in its search for a perfect expression
of the things it is trying to convey
an instrument that is hard and long without 
as much softness in the shape of its body
but precisely the correct instrument to be set
against the first instrument
different in many ways from it
but totally and fully compatible
as they grow accustomed to each other
the playing becomes more intense
and far more varied
at times the tempo is very quick
at times quite slow
the mood of the music also varying
finally arising to an intense unified climax
before gradually subsiding to stillness

XVI

if only tonight
tomorrow will seem empty
drained of all purpose

XVII

The glowing embers of the fire
Providing the only warmth in the cold empty house
The fire and soft music the only signs of life
In the house – empty except for one
Alone again gazing into the fire
Thinking of who
Or how
To help fill the house with warmth
With hope
With life

XVIII

Torn away
Before there was anything to tear

Split apart
Before we were even together

Why do I 
Feel drained shattered lost alone unloved

Why must it 
Hurt so much to lose something that I

Never had
How can I forget when there is so 

Little to 
Remember why should I long for what 

Never was
And what will now not ever happen