Loving You is a Drug

Loving you is a drug

I know I should quit you

But the further I stay clear

The more I want you near.

Loving you is like a black potion

Effervescent, implicit

So much I don’t wish to commit to stay

Yet here I am again.

Loving you is a hurt I yearn for everyday

In bed I lie in bed awaiting your return

Your sultry voice whispering my name

That also comes with your touch.

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Victoria’s Secret

Her name was Victoria and she had a secret

It came in the form of questions

Of which I, at that moment, unceremoniously bore the answer:

To guess if she had on any bra under her shirt

And if right, were her nipples hard or relaxed

She wrapped a blindfold around my eyes

All I had of her presence was her perfume: Coco Chanel

She proffered my hand and laid it on her thigh

Come on, big boy,” she teased. “I’m waiting.”

Sultry lips coated with lipstick

Her hand stole onto my crotch

I was hard: I wanted her so bad.

We were in her home, in her bedroom on Lenox Avenue

The wind from the lake ruffled the curtains

Her husband was out of town

The neighbours might have seen us together

Noisy bastard, except she didn’t care

My hands roamed past her thigh to grasped her rump

She chortled. “Warmer,” she cooed

Under her shirt they slipped

I gasped at the feel of her naked skin

Exquisite

I cupped her tits

Naked; her nipples hard and excited

She laughed and flung off her shirt

She sat on my lap and loosened my blindfold

Now, my secret is yours,” she murmured,

Sealing my lips with a kiss.

Where I want to Be


There is a place where I want to be
Here and now:

Paradise by the beach

With my feet sweeping the sand

The wind slapping against my corduroy 

Sweeping through your hair . . .

There is a place where I want to be

To sit out and count the stars at night

Point out to you Orion and Andromeda . . .

Turn off the cell phones for a moment 

Let’s unplug ourselves for a while 

And just bask in the silence

Yes, there is life in silence

Nothing but the sound of the ocean sweeping over the beach

This is where I want to be.

Just you and me.

Here

Here is where I want to be

Here and now:

This place, this quietude, this view

The wind on my face

The sands under my feet

You and I holding hands

Stopping now and then to glance back at our footprints

This love, this joy, this beautiful earth that time forgot.