Allow me to paint you under passion
With words and syllables coloured
By the searing heat of
Soft fingertips
Resting on lips
Splashing Sounds of you
On the canvas of ears
Deaf to all but your breathing
Ssshhhhhh…..
Pleasssssse
Don't
leave me
Quivering
wanton...
Seething.
Wet your
digits with the medium that
My passion
so copiously provides
And paint
my world red!
Set me on
fire
Assault me
with deviously devised colloquy
Demanding
the culmination of my desire.
Crawl,
climb, thrust your monumentally resplendent
Presence
into my eager psyche
I will
only beg if you don't stop giving
Until all
my thoughts are gravid of us and you
And the
colours we paint with our words becomes more than a thought
It becomes
truth
Call to me with your Earthsong, Gaia
Cause you’re the mother of my thoughts
The muse to my words
I speak
Compromising myself to your whim
A slave to your mindscape
Whip me, lick me with every device of
your literary worth
Till every crevice and curve of your
landscape i learn
Intimately
Your symmetry provides the basis of
your beauty
Stirring the lust nurtured by this
provocative sensuality
Driving me to bend you over to my will
and fill you over and over
With liquid concepts of unadulterated
enlightenment
Vibe with me
Let us resonate like we’re one being
Tempt me with unspoken promises
Calculated gestures and voluminous
silence
Grant me seamless entry into your
personal spaces
That we may reach that peak
Where we might speak through emotions,
light and life
(together)
I want you...
To...
chorus....
with me...
Keying notes till our swirling
symphony reaches a crescendo
Of planets, moons and suns colliding
Grasp me tightly
For I feel myself slipping.....
Never fear
to release, my sweet!
Never fear
slipping.
I was made
for this.
To your
essence I’m fiercely gripping.
I Relish
the strong strokes of your brush dipping
Into my
passion,
Sucking that cosmic ink for the stylus
of my consciousness
Every sweeping movement
A kanji in the haiku
Stained across the virgin sheet of
your being
I submerge into your existence with no
regard to breathing
For I am listening....I am listening
To the coming of your tide,
The coming of your stream
Condensing into a singularity
With such clarity
Challenging
Daring to
reach past places where suns and moons reside....
To where
we paint galaxies of our ecstasy weaving in and out … in and out …
In and out of
time!
And I will
Vibrate..
On the
Frequency
That is
You.
Every
Cosine and sine in sync - Juste nous
deux
I Promise
you I will pirouette on every note and treble clef.
I will
join you on every journey you wish to take my mind’s eye.
I will
plead for you to spread your wings and teach me to fly.
I will
never beg you to stop, I will not harbour fear.
Reaching
so high until I wear the stars in my hair.
And they
will leave streaks of silvery wisdom there.
My love...
If these
word are yours and you are mine there is no limit predicting where the seeds of
our fearlessness will preside.
Shhh
Not another word
Not another whispered sigh
Every sound spent
Save the pursing of lips
And the placing of kiss upon Fate’s
fair cheeks...
Charissa Lewis & Glen Toussaint 2012 ©
