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