Sensual Stories, January 20, 2010

Hard

We curled together
Our bodies united
So many different ways
She gave herself to me
Willingly, freely
And I took her

She was so young
Had not yet learned
To protect her soul
From life itself
I felt myself her guide
Not that I was much older
But far more tattered
And hard

When we kissed I felt her stir
Her body replied to every thrust
Her soft skin slick under my worn fingers
The wonder of her beauty never tired me
The delight of her soul with everyday things
Brought me joy beyond my cynic's droll view of life

I was careful with her. I touched her soul gently
Never wanting to cause her the hurt that would force her
To become as I, scarred over raw pain
I felt the weight of her heart in my hands
Light, gentle, untouched, innocent

Of course, there came a day when it was not enough
When carefree moments
The joy of unfettered youth
The need to go forward won out.
I knew it would
Someday
I waved adieu and watched her walk down the cobblestones
With a boy I could have killed in a single stroke.

Je t'aime, I thought. Always will, I suppose.
I took a deep breath, wiped my eyes.
Perhaps tonight I'll go out for a beer.

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Shutting Down

Standing apart
In an empty room
The pain was in your eyes
And on your lips
Mere words recording
The passage of love
From now to used-to-be

From passion to apathy
We walked together
Destroying what we built
How we loved
Why we lived
Until there simply
Was nothing left

A world of small things
Done wrong our legacy
Both of us wishing it
Could magically change back
Wiping the tears
We leave the keys
Close the door
And walk to an uncertain life

Love is a flame that should
Never turn cold
But when it does
The agony is far, far greater
Than never having known it at all

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A little difficult to pick back up again - the holidays, sending the novel out for review, and also got two new novel projects through the outlining phase. Needed to see if I could do it again if I had to.

Merry Christmas to all

Sensual Stories - August 19th

Night

Night
A long tunnel
Flashing through
Heading back to you
My week is through
The chains broken
That keep me away
For days on end
Golden chains
But chains none the less.

The ranches slip by, unnoticed
Your face in my mind
Your voice in my ears
The memory of softness from years past was
On my fingertips
As if you were here
In the cockpit with me

Life on the road
Has kept us apart
Way too much
Way too long
Way too often
So now
Though I'm coming to you
I miss you terribly.

Hours together
Refreshing memories
Holding you
Looking through
The window to your soul
And hoping you keep me in your heart
Till I come back
And then it is time

Night
A long tunnel
Flashing through
Away
Wiping my eyes
Your face in my mind
Still

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Sensual Stories - August 4 version

Together

She sat with three girlfriends
Chatting
Ignoring the boys across the room
Where he leaned with his buddies
Watching her smile
Wondering
He strode 'cross the floor
Boots echoing
Hat in his hand
And he asked her to dance

It had been a long morning
Their friends
Family
Had watched while they vowed
To always be there
For each other
They sat at a table
His unaccustomed suit
Next to her new white gown
Listening to toasts
And roasts
Until the music started
And he asked her to dance

Dinner on the table
He had the perfume of cattle
And horses
The baby had cried 'most all day
Their few moments together gone
When the squalling started again
She broke down in tears
He stepped from the room
Returned in a moment
His deep voice quieting the bundle
On his shoulder
He reached for the radio
Turned it up loud
And he asked her to dance

It had been a good year
The ranch had done well
The hands took care of it all
As they stood together on the deck
Half a world away
Watching the moon on the swells
He was used to the tux
And she to her dress
As the music began
The couples all swayed
And he asked her to dance

Saturday night at the Blue Moon Cafe
Is a mixture of beer and snacks
The occasional fight
And lust. Lets not forget lust
As girls stood in groups
And young guys all watched
Coupling together
To the music
Disease had ravaged her body
But her mind was all there
She enjoyed being part of it all
Then the front man announced a favorite song
And the crowds parted
As he wheeled her out on the floor
There were no dry eyes in the room
As he bent over to kiss her forehead
And he asked her to dance

Sensual Stories - July 21 version

Dreams

Sleep came hard.
I turned and twisted
all night
until I found my favorite memory
dreaming of silky things,
crossing hot thighs
your scent
your skin
your hair
your cries as I touched you

We played for hours
lovers
with no care but ourselves
Passion - God yes, passion beyond my dreams
and yours as well
till we lay together
exhausted in the wetness of love

Your face - your face, eyes closed
Still
White
So real but

I shook
Came awake with a start
Oh God, not again
I have to wake up
And you will be gone

Forever

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