You cannot go.

We can never die, you see in my soul we go on.
To make up in the night, to make love in the morning.
Its love you see, it cannot die.
So on forever we will go.
You must see that we cannot ever leave me.
Its forever now that we have set us in passions.
Your kiss and mine in yours will continue.
If only for in the memories I drag out.
To show myself I am capable.
Not for the moment of passion, but forever of it.
It was not meant to be temporary.
Therefor it shall go on and on forever more.
Wrapped in your arms, your legs, your being.
Here I am, together with you, for eternity.

© Jeph Rants

Sick Miss

This type of thing hurts more the more we allow it to go on.

I have longed for this type of pain and will follow you anywhere.

The might it holds me as it completely rips me apart, inside out.

Its all I think about and all I can do to focus on anything else.

Taking my breaths and controlling the rapid beating in my chest.

In my dreams I wake confused and lost with yearning for more.

My lip is sore from my teeth at all the thoughts of just a form.

When they move I close my eyes and feel a wrench of my gut.

The part of me that would scream stays quiet pushing it away.

Agony I sweat and suffer like an illness with no want for cure.

No wound or spasm this pain is to last for ever and its clear.

The pain so strong it leaves no room for any pain from before.

                                                                                                    © Jeph Rants

Erase her.

I once thought I could love a woman. Then I showed her my writings, she looked confused.

I couldn't move on with her.

But she slid her hand in between my flesh and armor. 

I lied to myself to have pleasures of sin. She bit my lip and broke my heart.Yet every night I returned.

She told me to forget that stuff without ever asking. But it became where I my mind would go, so I couldn't close my eyes.

She worked me hard and let me have my way. I used her parts the way she ignored mine. All that passion pushed away, I buried deep inside her.

I needed something she had and more she didn't. I could not break her no matter how I tried.

Now I still use her, to get myself off on the pulp.

© Jeph Rants

His Story

I am starting to see that you were made for me.
Not cliche but in a very real way.
My eyes dart between your perfections.
Only a pause when lids close to find your lips.
With arms around you and a lift, no more weight.
You speak in ways that seem as if I wrote them.
Always knowing when I need before I do.
I have seen you forever waiting in dream.
Recognized from lives far beyond this.
Electricity runs between and never is draining.
How hard must we have fought to find us.
With trillions of stars in our way.
I am starting to see you fit me where I was missing.

© Jeph Rants

Soon

The need for it all now and for it to last forever.

Determined to overdose on the return of desire.

Taunting as if to see if they can take it all.

Passions that turn to tantrums when denied.

To yearn for another breath to quiver.

Making them shake as they confirm feelings.

Collapsing in the safety of knowing they know too.

© Jeph Rants

Finished

I want you to come. Hard. And I want you to make certain that you leave your inhibitions behind. Your limitations too. Lets not think about what we haven't done before. Don't worry about what I will think and I will make certain that I do things that other fellas held back from. I will give you everything, my body, my heart, and my good name. We will free fall together.


© Jeph Rants

Photographic dream

A bed can be an entire world for a few days.
Woven within the sheets, the pillows, and a lover. 
Tossing in and out of dreams and passions. 
Nourishing the soul more than the gut. 
Kisses and cotton mixed in moments now memories. 
A picture takes me back to being dizzy in love.

 © Jeph Rants

Leave taking.

I don't want you for sex at all. 
That is too cold a word for what I want.
It would leave so much paint off the canvas.
We need a complete escape within our love.
To divulge absolute fantasy and primal fear.
Giving everything  in order to receive it all.
Opening up and letting go allows freedom.
Fervor brings fever and rapture surrounds.
There is no rush to take you, but I will.
From a tease to a taunt I want to explore.
Until you fit into a frenzy of wanted desire.
Thirst quenched at the sight of your tremble.
With total devotion to your insatiable appetite.
My motives insure my moves to bring you again.
With greed you take all I offer with a smile.
Its my demands that wait their turn at this urge.
Turning my compulsion into contact of more.
I swell in my chest as you grind our junction.
To ever forget the strangeness, of separation.


© Jeph Rants

Tele-comunication

"Hello Dear", I whispered unintentionally to the receiver. Not unintended in way of words but in tone, as my voice had not expressed itself in some time.  "How are you love?", was her verbalized intended response. Yet my keen ear detects the smirk of a woman who finds me cute and fascinated to learn more. Even without a visual to confirm I know that she just moved her hair from her face. The moment of silence is comforting, as if we are together. The crackle of interference of reception is faintly always there. I close my eyes and I feel hers close too. Without anything but space between us we move as if we are together. I hear in my head her say "I've really missed you" and I aloud in response, "I know and I have missed you too." Again her smile of overwhelming happiness is clear. She say's, "I would do anything to make you smile" and without a beat past I say, "That would be no challenge for you." The warmth of pleasure covers us both at the realization. "I yearn to hold you, my flesh to yours..." but she stops me with a soft "Shh". "Lets not want for what is not possible" she reminds me. "I miss you" is all I can muster as the honesty of love rolls from my tightly closed eyes. The static comes on like the tide rising, obscuring more and more space. "Not yet. Please..." again she whispers "One day my love." I hold my breath in attempt to slow time and my thoughts are only of her energy, trying to bring it back. Trying to bring her back.


© Jeph Rants

Goal Mate

The build up of anticipation steadily grows and churns deep inside.

A longing to touch and feel another in ways new with them.

No holds bared the jubilation and joyful decree of wanted desire.  

Pleasures in the progress of revealing oneself in full to another.

The excited tempo of hearts banging and bulging in need.

Never the word mentioned but the feelings grow like weeds.

A real need of the other in the ways of flesh and that of the mind.

Both the mental draw and the physical withdraw take their toll.

Decisions on moves and words obscured by the yearning.

Rooted in fantasy the realty proves to be more unfathomable.

Just words of inspiration and provocation to tempt and lure.

No logical reasons fill and foul the mind for want to move forward.

Just a biological compulsion that drives the deepest of urge.

What would we be without this mechanism that impels us along.

No more the source or the question we connect to others will, less.

A facial expression or turn of just the corner of a smile that takes us.

Then the other parts are quickly found, the ones we will miss most.

Even if fleeting grasp hold of what you can while its before you.

Or forsake the days of longing lost for being ones of lonely.



 © Jeph Rants

I want you
The edge of your mouth.
Depth of your eyes.
Way you lick your teeth.
A slow blink of your lashes.
I need you.
The kiss of time.
When I played with your hand.
A moment shared.
Tongues tied.
I miss you.
Please.
Come to me.
Tease my soul.
Tempt me.
Rescue this heart.
I must have you.
Your touch.
A grasp of my hand.
The way you do everything.
Come to me.
Again in my dreams.
I need us..

© Jeph Rants

Tastes

I wonder if she knows who I am thinking of,
as I push myself deeper into her.
Does she see it on my face right now,
as I see another from the past.
The way it was before was perfection,
but for the way it ended too fast.
If I close my eyes maybe she won't see,
but then I am taken back and imagine.
Her love is strong and she takes it just right,
why can I not just put myself in.
The warmth of before was power,
I want for that right now.
Am I selfish for taking it so hard,
even though she is getting it too.
She looks at me so sweetly,
why am I stuck with anothers flavor.


© Jeph Rants

Just missed us.

Hello Love,

I have missed us, every part of who and why we were. Its been some time but not nearly enough to forget or remove the sight of your taunting  lips. The way my eyes would swim in your eyes, and how my lips only cared for the soft press of your divinity. My body remains cold without you and yet my longing still soaks in the what was. I know what I miss and missed and how I can never go back or gain your favor again. I try so desperately to convince my heart of the same. What can a man do when never the touch of another nor drinks fade the grasp. Stuck in a mirror of self reflection I turn over the pictures of what was and still should be within my mind. No since it seems to go on and destroy the perfection I still hold of you in my head.  The steam of shower so lonely until you arrive to join me again. The sounds from the turning fan blows cold upon the bed we shared. My  flesh waits my heart yearns and both ignore that you have moved far along without us. The fabric of who I am torn and the patch in its place is your memory that will, I pray, forever haunt me. The kiss, the embrace, the time we spoke softly in the dark. My soul simply will not refrain from the replaying of you calling my name out while we made love. Not a punishment, but a love I can claim and have forever without you. So its fair that you have gone on and fret not for the feelings I still feel in ember. I will forever have the pieces of you that took the best pieces of me.

© Jeph Rants

Ashes

The nerves of my heart are exploding.
Sending the shards of longing into my head.
The fire falls and burns in my guts.
Smoldering in my legs walk me away.
Even while the flames of forever go out.

© Jeph Rants

Can't content.

I want for forgetting, for it to come to me by going away.

My longing for forever long gone in its never endingness.

From color in my lovers cheeks as I roused her needs.

No going from here as my feelings always follow along.

A traveler locked in a moment of time and of this place.

My feet still move but no longer dance to the tones.

Hands still reach yet only into the dark when I am weak.

Knowing the nothing of what I had being the past life.

Time ticks and never leaves and nothing of new comes.

Reason, I have tried to plead with persistence for that.

Empathy for emptiness I only taunt myself for such things.

I tell the tale of a new day but in between I lose my grip.

Revolving the pie sections of want, loss, and need come.

Breaths of air escape me and bring back the stale story.

To flavor of forgiveness I may never once taste that now.

I want for finality and familiarity of a moment under glass.

Watching from outside I see the model of my wrongs.

Torn and turning I spin and seem to go always back.

Never needed, or at least never long enough to give in.

There are those who move past, I stay in revolution.

That being my only, my only, my only, revaluation.

© Jeph Rants

Sparerow

A bird she comes to my window.
Her feathers the color of the world.
The song whistled familiar.
A branch just out of my reach.
Her stand taken and grip firm.
She watch's looking for something.
I hear her sing all day out there.
Her tone crisp and in here too.
Even on sunny days I hear her.
When I lay under cover as well.
She comes to my dreams.
The notes floating in my window.
Even with her nest far from here.
Her wings flap to carry her.
Watching me from outside.
She is here to tease me.
For she knows she can fly.

© Jeph Rants

Woe for Man

A woman is seduction, her gaze to control of movement of every inch of her flesh.

She knows how to caress from a distance with rolling fingers that say come here.

Lashes out against a mans will with only the darkened flicker of her painted lids.

Rolling hips as she walks away and demands that he follow with only a glance back.

A woman is a temptress, who can turn his harsh words into want with soft whisper.

Sliding down her, his only thought is to taste the sweet nectar and to feel her silk.

Taking all desire for riches and control to focus his hardness in the warmth of a sip.

A woman is power, to make mad with passion and want to hear her say his name.

From the way she touches tongue to lips, just to moisten the words she speaks.

To the glance at a thought she hides just under the beauty she does little to contain.

A woman is need, for a man that longs for nothing more than her to be his own.

© Jeph Rants

Reigns.

I am scared as I feel you tremble in my arms.

Waiting for the thunder to come into the morning.

To wake me from this dream that you give.

Afraid this may be over and I cannot stop it.

For a day may come that you are not here by me.

My kiss upon your forehead my fear pushed aside.

Tonight I have you here and I feel you so close.

The suns rise not yet chased you away dear.

No feeling has made me safe as knowing you.

Our connection made again before the nights end.

Knowing of needing has shown me more.

I look deep beyond to see us together for more.

Wanting to know you need not ever worry.

My love is more than just words or feelings.

The knowing of needing I have is who I am now.

I do not fret from the loss but the not showing.

To take forever and live it moment by second.

You will be mine till the morning sun breaks.

But only my last day will be that day my dear.

And the nights will always be safely ours.


© Jeph Rants

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

Truly Sorrow

I know what we had, and what I did.

Never is a night without you there.

So sorry my only love for I lost you.

My arms were wrapped so tight.

I tried to hold you, I tried to fight.

You weeped in my arms like a child.

Enough emotion for a hundred stars.

Hidden beauty were all your scares.

Just a man I was and am but learned now.

Please don't glide down from my grip

From around your waist that I wasted.

Should have made you my loving wife.

Holding forever your fingers for life.

I weep like a child without your arms.

Tears enough for a hundred emotions.

Scares hidden with beauty and devotions.

© Jeph Rants