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