Morning words

Soothed by the beauty of the morning sun

 

Warming and lighting the fragrant blooms

 

Stirred by the music of voice and guitar in gentle blend

 

By the sense of your presence so far away

 

With my words I kiss your lips

 

Fondle your ear

 

Feel your darkened hair

 

Press myself against your breasts

 

Letting them trail down your body

 

Speaking to you

 

Caressing you

 

Soothing you

 

Stirring you

 

Gently breathing against you…

 

Words more soft and beautiful

 

As they feel their way down.

 

 
Take them into the shower with you

 

Hold them in your hands

 

Let the fragrant oil enhance them

 

Spread them with your hands and fingers

 

Let them fondle you where your body stirs

 

Push them with your fingers into secret places

 

Let them nestle there

 

Warm and protected in your mother's body

 

Let them affirm you as a woman

 

A woman of beauty and poise

 

Of grace and warmth

 

Of deep mind and feeling.

 

Stand naked under the warm flow

 

As my words trickle down your thighs

 

Massaging your feet

 

Slipping between your toes.

 

 
Step carefully as you emerge

 

Keep my words about you

 

As you dress for your day

 

Protecting them with your garments

 

Letting them linger

 

About your person

 

 
Beautiful, special friend.

Dream of delight

Sometimes
When rough ways
Shake the battered frame
When racked brain aches
Screwed tight with others' anger
I dream of the sun
Hidden but there
Flowing and warming
Her beautiful body
Barely clad
As though she would share
Her soft pleasures
Head bowed, coyly modest
She shows but covers
Offering a glimpse
Though not quite ready
To slip into my space
And I feel that sweet longing
The child's want of the breast
The warm enfolding
The gently stroking caress
Kisses of comfort
Words that lift the spirit
Stirring and arousing
Creating new strength
Exciting and energising
Intensifying stretched nerves
Until all that is pent up
Bursts forth
Released and relieving
Emptied and spent 

Lost in a dream of delight

Fragile Comfort

My head aches and my mind feels crushed
Unsettled by a burden of care.
Listless, I look into the pale blue sky
Where white clouds drift along, careless enough,
And the crinkly green leaves of the pittosporum
Growing behind the hedge
Tremble in the light movement of air.

I walk out into the crisp morning
Breathing the sea breeze.
My eyes scan the clipped beach hedge
Its green garment turning to russet brown.
Beneath, the Autumn crocuses thrust up
Light dancing heads, pleased to show
What little they have
Under the damp hedge in the cool air.

And then there is the pink geranium
Its five-fold petals like a thin nightdress
Or somehow naked, light veined, soft,
Its stamens roused and wanting
The kiss of honey-gathering bee,
Quivering as the breath of morning
Stirs its fragile form.

And then I share my words with you,
Anxious that maybe I give too little
That I am weak when you need strength.

And as you take me in your arms
Holding me tight
My tears flow onto your warm neck
Spilling my grief
Eased by your knowing heart
Comforted by your still, assuring silence
By the feel of your breast against my chest
By the touch of your thighs as we hold close
By the soft feel of your hair on my cheek.

Untouchable lover

There was comfort in her hands.
Ahead lay crisis and worry
The dragging pall of business
Uncertainty and fear.
Here, backed into her nakedness,
Fingers that travelled over breast and belly
Soothed, like moisture on dry lips.

He felt his swollen penis,
Not hard and bursting
As in carefree days;
Tumescent only, as his mind strayed,
Picturing her whose strangled love
Played on his heart,
Whose soft ripe body
Smothered with passion her man's physique,
Hot in her wild cavortings.

He moved and her hand brushed, then touched,
Fondling to pleasure him,
Then trailing over thigh and breast,
Over bottom and back,
As he arched back onto slim skin leg,
Pressing his flower on silky flesh,
Thrusting within her cupped palm.

His mind stirred like leaves on the ground
Swirling images of bucking bodies,
Placated by her nurse's fingers
Tending his anxious arousal -
A pole-dancer that cannot be touched...

And he longed for the soft breasts and lips
Of his unreachable lover.