Moon dreams

There can be no thoughts of the best lover you had.
Reminisce of the seconds you shared as more than friends.
Love let loose on two rampant souls, lost but for eachother.
Time was long but too short to be enough for forever.
Memories cannot be shaken or stirred loose of their hold.
The kiss at the corner of a whisper of my name in the dark.
Fingers push and claw expressing what words won't make.
You cannot go back and relive those interludes step by step.
Each quiver of lip to pulse of pleasure that last long after.
Its not wise to remember the rhythm that got them there.
No lovers of the past need stay in the past where it was good.
I cannot forget the want for only her in thousands of times.
Or the way her smile of satisfaction hides at my finish still.

© Jeph Rants

Deep and longing

We all have a lover in mind,

no matter if its one we still hold.

A difference than the rest.

Something unable to just say.

An endless amount of nothings,

that we just won't stop wanting.

Its of each other at times,

but for lacking known as best.

Avoiding the trouble it causes,

hoping another will at least kill the same.

© Jeph Rants

The Ritz

The romance was the fun part of what we had.
It was perfect, it was simple, it was real, and I miss it.
Baby you were no tease but we played that game.
I wasn't perfect and you thought for awhile I was.
You and played the role for others to make a name.
Something you and I both seemed to live out.
Jester and the doll, one the fool and the other the flusie.
We probably waited too long to just get out.
You should not have listened to who I really was.
I was wrong for seeing the woman that was the doll.
So I moved too slow then too fast and who couldn't see.
Only me.


© Jeph Rants

Leant

I have a pocket full of poison and a pocket full of gold.
Without knowing you ask for a hand that you can hold.
So a chance you take,
and a choice that only I can make.
For an offer of help
or hurt by the hand that I dealt.
Risky is the way to put yourself full out and exposed.
With passion you reach regardless of thorn or rose.

© Jeph Rants

recall it all

What love I would give for a kiss from supple lips.
A grazing smirk that temps without even a touch.
For peddles of roses nor cashmere could be softer.
The arms of warmth I provided in return for you.
Glancing or lost our looks lasted and wanted more.
We lost each other my love in wine and passions.
My nights leave yearning with my alone so clear.
A beat of my heart is mine and the rest are yours.
My knees bent and the knowing of my ways open.
Looking down at me I will always remember you.
From fingers tips to something that sent me over.
I have and still fall for you lost in a space waiting.
For the embrace of knowing love and your kiss.
Mine, and for that I would go to the moon, again.

© Jeph Rants

The Asscendancy

Control the word spoken low in tone and close in the way it reverberates.
A lack in self and want in another to have in me the strings to manipulate.
Giving in, in that way to a being with such discipline as to hold out for you.
Pulse, and push a feeling of swelling sensations that fill you with vibrations.
Subordination with restraint hypnotized by the exhilaration of all of you.
Reaching for the instant that overwhelming satisfactions guild your hands.
Between you and I there is more than longing but nothing physical stopping.
No force to stretch your purse strings I need to let gently inside your mind.
I missed and miss with a need to control my longing to sway your affections.

© Jeph Rants

Image Nation

Doused thoughts of your softness against me.

I drain myself of want for you to fill me close.

My hands yours with flesh covering my sight.

Your body atop my thrusting receiving glory.

A curve of your lips show pleasures that grow.

The slight of your outline brings out my girth.

Firm I place my wants deep inside of you slow.

Pushing thoughts of me forever into your roots.

Immersed physically the emotion grasps tight.

Seeping into your heart still wet with the dew.

A want for forever to be our reason for living.

Missing is only the reality of you here with me.

© Jeph Rants

The Moon is a long way

You wanted a knowing of forever.
I wanted to kiss your lips and never quit.
A need you had to be never confined.
Mine was for your eyes to gaze into me.
Seen as the perfect couple your desire.
Longing was sleep with my hand on you.
Security and honesty a demand of yours.
I could never give less than all of both.
Your worries tore at us from the start.
Living in a dream I was so very lost.
Could not see how you were it all to me.
I cannot see past still wanting you.
You were wrong about me being wrong.
Me left knowing we are to be.

Tin Kits

I seldom have held on to something as long as her.
Once gone I lose interest in the flavor of their company, but not hers.
Warmth from her yearning as a greeting with a kiss to follow.
A taste of the edge of her mouth would rush want to my needs.
Moving past the past is what it is that I do in this life thus far.
Getting on without those who affected me in such a way to make change.
Now my nights I lay awake without listening to her cry at her joy and pain.
I bathe in want for her company the heat never enough to burn her out.
Her lips hold a spell for my heart that cannot shuffle past the times.
My hands reach for her still in the night of constant movement.
Dreams of her awaken me of the nights I would awaken her to longing.
I cannot help but want to push on yet my body will not forget nor my being.
Her way of capturing my everything and I have no fight for it back.
How many days can a man live without want for the return of his heart.