I wish...

While there are many things I wish,

I wish most to taste you again,
I wish to feel your skin under my finger tips,
I wish to see your eyes widen as you climax,
I wish to hear your voice whispering in my ears.

I wish I could feel what it is like,
to run my finger tips up your legs,
over your hips and just below your breasts.

I wish that my fingers could feel the moist,
swollen lips,
that make you, you.

I wish that you would or even could,
understand how I feel,
or have thought about you.

I sleep every night in a tight embrace,
when we are one,
our bodies united,
as they once were,
me feeling every goose bump,
every ounce of sweat.

I wish that we were united as one,
our flesh tight,
our minds as one,
the things I wish,

the things I wish for you...

I've spent a lifetime loving you

You know who you are,
The one whose stories with me will be written about,
You know who I am,
I know who you are...

I know if we were talking you would have already called to wish me a happy birthday,
I know you thought of me today because I see you've been here to visit,
I know everyday I am in your thoughts,
I know that you wish things had been different.

I know the truth and so do you,
I know despite our troubles we still desire,
I know the truth in who I am,
I know that everyday I still think of you,
I know the truth in what we had,
I know the truth in what we were supposed to be.

I know the truth!

The taste of you

The taste of you sticks with me to this day,
I remember walking into your apartment,
tasting you along the way.
the feel of your skin as I pulled
your panties to the floor.
 
The taste of you sticks with me to this day,
there are many things,
if I could,
I would say,
but our time has come and gone,
that has become our song.

So despite the taste of you lingering in me,
there is not much more for you to see,
the passion,
the rise of temperature,
the desire,
and climax,
are nothing but memories,
of a time when I saw the universe in your eyes.

Do you miss me?

Do you miss me,
the way we touched,
do you miss the laughter,
or do you miss the morning after?

Do you miss me,
the way we kissed,
that our lips fit together,
do you miss the attention,
walking down the street,
do you miss the love so sweet?

Do you miss me,
and the adventure,
do you miss the tenderness,
or the smell of us in the air,
do you miss the passion,
the intensity like no other?

Do you miss me,
do you miss the long talks,
or the long walks,
along rivers of color,
deep reds and blues,
do you miss the things
I loved about you?

Do you miss me?

The taste of you in the air

The taste of you in the air
brings me to my knees
we spend time making love
with beads of sweat
collecting in our hair.

The room fills with you and I
the taste of you in the air
we laugh and kiss
knowing we are a true love pair.

My sense grow as my fingers
stroke your body
feeling the goose bumps
rise and fall
releasing your scent
and the taste of you in the air.

The way you taste

I miss the way you taste!

The way you miss my voice, my words,

I miss the way you smile,

The way you miss my hair,

I miss the way you feel under my fingers,

The way you miss my eyes.

We are two of the same person, the way we desire, crave each other,

I miss the way you taste the morning after,

I miss the goose bumps rise and fall!

I miss the way you taste!

Feeling you inside me

As we sit on my bed, your breasts pushing up against my back, I can feel your heartbeat pounding.  My hands running over your skin as they run from your knees to your beautiful hips, my hands trembling at the touch of you.

I feel you inside me.

I feel your heart pounding next to mine!

My hands reaching behind you feeling those hips of yours, wanting more but enjoying what they have.  Your skin getting tighter as they run along the surface of your body, feeling the reaction that you can no longer control.  We are locked in a position of restricted movement, but an entirely beautiful position to be in, your body pressed tightly against mine, your beautiful breasts pressed hard into my back.

Your heart pounding next to mine I can feel you inside me.

Your breath a warm flush against my neck as you kiss me, the cool air blowing through the window gives a hint of the pending fall weather, your nipples pressing even deeper into me.

Our bodies are entwined  as one in our contorted effort to explore each other.

I dare not change or move for fear of disturbing the dream of you inside me, our hearts now beating as one.  The heat from our bodies now causing steam to rise from the seam that once separated us but now seals us.  Your hands wrapped around my chest, your fingers moving to feel my piercings as mine give you a gentile massage.

I can feel the excitement in you as we sit in a contorted embrace while I feel you inside me.

You kissing... the touch of your lips on my neck and back, feeling you pressing tight up against me, your nipples erect from both excitement and the chill in the air.  We sit in this embrace never once speaking.

Just closed eyes as we explore the concept of you inside me!

Standing in the window in studio 3

I climbed up on top of the old radiator and into the window sill of one of the windows at Studio 3 while talking on the phone with you, I some how figured it made us closer thinking we were both some how connected to the sky, the stars then each other.  We got around the frustration of dropped calls… hate the phone on a train thing, just hate it.  Regardless we got through it, one spoke the other listened, interrupted only on occasion because of someone walking past while you were standing in the narrow hallway.

Your words fill my mind, your sounds fill my heart, and you fill my every desire as we speak.  We talked about your day and then some more intimate and very satisfying things. Those little things we like to do to each other, whenever we meet again.

Standing in the window of Studio 3 I watch as people walk into the DIA unsuspecting of the conversation unfolding just 3 stories above their heads, with your deep breaths you reveal to me your desire, your feelings, your passion. “I want you” is blurted out, “I want you too” is my response.  Here it is six hours after that call ended and I still want you, still feel the passion and desire in me to take you.  It never subsides for me.  It just builds until we have the next conversation, the next time I hear I want you.  I want you, three very powerful words when two people are standing in front of each other and can act on them, even more powerful words when two people are thousands of miles apart, “I want you”!  I feel me inside you, I feel you inside me, I feel every stroke we make and from the look on your eyebrows so do you,  

I want you… three very powerful words standing nude in front of each other, even more powerful thousands of miles apart.

We tell each other “those words”; I love you, three very powerful words to be sure.  I never say them lightly, I don’t offer those words to very many people, certainly not the way my life has gone anyway, some throw them around as casually as a “hello” or “nice to see you”, I don’t, I say them only to people I do love, three powerful words.  I want you, I love you, is there a difference?  I guess it would be only minimal, given whom we are and that we are the same.  I want to make love to you in every possible way; I want you in every possible way.  Not sure… but I want you, I have wanted you for sometime.  We have an open and very much needed intimate relationship for two people who both fight the enemy “loneliness”.  But I want more of you, I want all of you, I want to be able to say to you “I want you” right here and now and you able to respond right here and now.  I want you to know that I want you, I desire you and I need to feel you in so many ways, for so many lengths of time. 

I want you… 
I love you…

Lying naked in Studio 3

The heat, the thrill of starting new projects,
I am lying here naked in studio 3 trying to fall asleep...

After an hour or two I finally realized it's the fact,
you are the last thing I think of at night,
the first thing I think of in the morning...

Laying here naked in studio 3 thoughts rush through my mind,

What would it be like if...

I could run my finger tips over your body,
feel the goose bumps as they rise in the heat,
feel that small bead of sweat,
roll under my finger tips till it had no choice,
but to follow the laws of gravity,
and trickle down the side of you exposing,
the curvature of your body,

What would it be like if...

I tasted every spot on you,
I inhaled you,
I explored those beautifully delicate ears you have,
then explored every place else.

What would it be like if...

The heat consumed us and we fell fast asleep
in the the same dream, in each others arms...

Morning comes and the same "first" thoughts of you are
the first thing on my mind,

Will you:

Have a beautiful day,
be treated kindly,
feel loved,
feel needed,
be content.

They are the same always and every morning,
they are the same always and every night...

lying here naked in studio 3,
the dark the loneliness,
the inspiration,
makes my mind wander,
but when I find my self lying here naked,
the most vulnerable a man can be,
facing an artists worst enemy, loneliness,
my mind always goes back to...

What would it be like if...

Dangerous curves

One of my favorite writings, this is because of someone in Germany, as it should be:


In a moment of madness,

A moment of pain I close my eyes…

I walk into a big room with a single light on… under that light is a sofa with what looks like a female figure on it… as I walk closer I realize it is you, long black hair in this subdued light beaming from a single source hanging above a dark brown leather sofa. 

The figure lying on this sofa has curves!  Beautiful curves that glow in the single light that hangs from above.  There is no form to walls floor or structure, just this beautiful figure lying on the sofa.  Your head is resting on the arm and your out stretched body follows the form of the sofa to it’s length, yet you are so light, fresh I cannot stop trembling with you in this light…

As I walk closer to you, you turn and look, soft eyes, caring eyes in my direction.   You motion to speak but I stop, and you do as well… no words, no sound, just the quiet hum of distant sounds moving about called earth… your hair hangs down over the arm capturing the light from the single source, flowing in cascades of dim colors down toward the floor.  Stunning in its form, free form of shapes… that beautiful face of yours, I know this face… have it hanging on the walls of my studio…  Care and deep investment beam from this face of yours, care and intent, care and desire… beam from this face of yours.

I am standing about four feet from you, the sofa, I see the curve of your breasts, your hips, stunning hips… must be why yours have already been painted by me…

Scanning your body in this subdued light I notice the small fold of skin between your breast and arm that is catching my attention… I noticed it in one of your photographs and believe I mentioned it to you… here is my chance of just a simple taste of what you tell me vanilla and lavender.   I am not sure if the gentle kiss leaves the taste because you put the notion in my head or because it really does taste that way but I succumb to it and know there is nothing else, this taste fills every sense, every portion of me…

I conceived of Dangerous Curves a very long time ago, with no one in mind, until now… I know what your breasts look like the incredibly perfect shape, your nipples; just a hint of them in this light but to me all of life is within them… because of them… Your perfect breasts are providing just a hint of light that shows how they curve.  Makes me stop and admire you for a moment, like a painter studying his model for his next masterpiece.

I love your hips!  They have form and beauty that will not let my mind go!  You don’t believe me on this but your hips are the design that men desire, I desire… your hips show a shape so feminine and desirable… The light forces shadows in most areas and a glowing luminescence along the top of your body… those shadow areas… dangerous curves, light and dark, dangerous curves that will take me through the night, shadow areas that I desire to see, hold, be next to…

Dangerous curves, your dangerous curves are addicting, overwhelming, desirable!  Your dangerous curves make me nervous when phoning, make me strong when I imagine them, make me desire them when I see photographs of them and I realize that the conception of Dangerous Curves was because of you, years before we ever met…

The reason they are called dangerous curves... this sequence happened while I was driving to work one day... a split second of thought and I nearly got killed, because of those Dangerous Curves... but the trip was So well worth it :~)