sufferance

suffer me the dignity
of your pleasure.  allow my
trespasses against your fading will
to bring to you a measure of delight
you have never imagined
even in the darkest recesses of your soul.
swallowing whole your sentience
in a reverence of pain and electric sparks
run rampant through your body and mind
to flood your soul with the recognition
that all that holds control here
is your hunger to be possessed,
caressed and put to a penetrative test.


caress

soft and tender textures
previous shielded to my tracing fingertips.
slips a soul across a simple touch to fire
desire in the web of your body's senses.
pretenses shed like the blouse you wore,
torn from you by four hands working
for a common goal, control of the night
wherein we will touch ten thousand times
and repent of ten thousand loving crimes.


kiss

not just with your mouth.
kiss me with all your feeling.
send my senses stumbling, reeling
out of control into the happy capture
and rapture of just knowing you meant
those unspoken words I felt when my arms
wrapped about you and you twisted
spine and muscle to better fit
within my universe.


penetration

the last barrier falls away
and we play
the music of the rhythm of our hearts,
caught on point to disjoint
the smooth flow of our memories.
yesterday falls away
and we play
not like children, but humans finding
out what secrets were hidden for us
in the game we will not have to play
if we are as open and honest and loving
as we are in this most telling moment.


melting

steel smelts in pits of less fire than we are playing with.
the blacksmith would be doomed, consumed to stand this close
to the molten passions flowing into a single ingot of something
far more precious than gold.


fantasies

I drew it out of you while your mind looked away
in a moment of exquisite agony and pleasure... a treasure
well hidden behind the facades we wear to sleep
more easily at night.  and so you doubt if I would
give to you this one dream of dark arousal.
do not doubt.  for close your eyes and here it is.
and more, layered with the fantasies I never dared
share with you, either, until I knew your soul.


parting kiss

from this time on.
every time I kiss you I will taste
the victory of our meeting.
sweet flavours to savour
in synaptic re-enactment
of two souls baring all,
daring all,
tearing all the walls down
to burn with a fury to worry Tartarus.


copyright William F. DeVault (wfdv)