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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.