Unspoken

There is still something about your kiss that I cannot remove from my thoughts.
It was the way your inhaling took me into you.
Nor can I quit your voice in my head breathing my name ever so soft and blissful.
Chorus of perfection your tone and note carry me.
Other lovers of my past wait in memory's wings for a chance for their recalling.
No chance for them or a new as you have me still.
I need not even close my eyes to see you before me waiting to be taken in full.
Like a madness of happiness an addiction I crave.
My hands upon your flesh and from the curve of your hip to firm of your breast.
No spot untouched by my needing of it all.
Yearning sends more than want for that of a finish but a chance to begin again.
Wrapped within a physical and energetic moment of clarity.
I look up and see you writhing with satisfaction of fulfillment by depth and girth.
There was and is more to this than what was seen.
The beat of your heart felt wrapped around me that connects within your loin.
Pulling me free of every fear we shared alone.
Feverish I find us in places that we have been with one another in that way love.
No time before or after I get found within that time.
Seconds or hours wandering about the past with your smile encouraging my stay.
My only desire to leave the past is to find you now.
A place I find myself within you and your embrace before in hopes for once again.



© Jeph Rants