Undying Flame

Images and words
suddenly appear,
words longed for
hitting deep
as they wrap around
and envelop me,
overwhelming yet satisfying.

Since our last meeting
your ghostly presence arrived
in the oddest of places:
romantic restaurants,
quaint cafes,
art galleries,
long car drives,
concert halls,
walking in a park,
every room of the house,
and late at night in bed.

Days leading up
to significant life events,
it was you
always there
intervening
and me not finding the right words
to express the emptiness,
the loss,
the longing,
the wanting.

Reunions are great, they say,
as long as you don’t have to deal with the past,
as long as it doesn’t control your present,
as long as the flame doesn’t consume you.

Yet, here I stand steadily in the burning flames with you.

We Don’t Talk About That

Telepathically, your thoughts race over me
They strike during the early morning hours
It’s that time again
But we won’t talk about that now

We’ll say so much that will fit in
The space between the silence
But those days where we lit up the sky,
We won’t talk about that now

The fantasies creep in
Some days, or most days,
On what we’ve done behind locked doors
Bodies exposed, breathing close
But we don’t talk about that now

Not now, not even close…

Caught In The Act

Working long hours between covert exchanges abound
it becomes a late night at the office
with no one else around,
we absolve the need to be cautious

Behind the locked door,
you parade around the desk,
perch yourself closer than ever before
as your fingers reach the hem of my dress

Fingers creeping higher
as my eyes heighten with alert,
tension in the air lessens with a burning fire
developing under my skirt

Time stands still,
frozen in place
fingers begin to fill
such a sensational space

Eyes wide, locked tight
the thrill of getting entangled in the act
quickly heats up the night
as you observe how my body will soon react…

Awaiting The Day

Without hesitation I drop you a line
Hours later in time
I await your reply
Thinking what will it be
And hoping for you to excite me

I’m thinking of you
And wish it were true
That you’ve been thinking of me, too

My pulsing, racing heart
Awaits the day we’re sprawled out in the sheets
Please, let us be
Like we dream it will be

With our salty, sweet dreams of our bodies
Tangling and beating to the rhythms
Flowing through the currents
Between our curves

As time moves on
We beg the question
And pray how will it be
Please, let it lift us to the sky


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his poem, along with others, can be found in my book Coffee Shop Sessions II: Moving Mountains One by One

How We Begin

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We arrange to meet in that room,
The one with the two armchairs,
A bed, and a shower
We swap breathless monologues
Then we begin

The unbuttoning of my blouse,
Kisses going down my neck,
Hands upon my chest,
Our bodies speak in thrusts.
I’ve been waiting for a moment like this

Eyes locked tight, mouths open,
Fingers tracing every curve,
Feeling breathless and alive,
Unlocking the magic in every nerve

These are the moments we cling to
As we pull each other closer
There is no other truth:
We could ride this wave forever

Sweat dripping
Our bodies in overdrive
We move slow and then fast
We don’t want this moment to pass

We barely know each other at all
But we know enough;
Just what we like,
Where we want to be touched

Fingers moving up and down my spine
Legs lifting, searching
For what’s between the thighs
I feel your urgency
We’re ready for this surge of electricity

We linger in the afterglow
Our bodies red
Hands moving slow
Soaking in the emotion

This…
This is how we begin


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This poem, along with others, can be found in my book Coffee Shop Sessions II: Moving Mountains One by One

Weekly Sessions

Slowly she enters the room
and approaches the bed.
She’s not feeling too keen on much else
than having poetry read.

She opens the book,
scans the room,
and gives you the look
to proceed.

Your breathless monologues
are what she needs.
She’s not looking for more,
only for your words.

Your voice begins to trigger sensations down below
as she closes her eyes,
breathes deep,
and sighs.

Your words soothe the tension
as each word is given careful attention,
knowing how each one caresses her mind,
seizing on the opportunity
to the revealing of her true beauty;
this is your one chance for unity.

She is captured by your guise.
You firmly believe the efforts are worthwhile.
The feeling is mutual
and catching you both by surprise.

You rise,
she’s reached her peak.
There are no more words left to speak.
The mind is tired and the body is weak.
You lean in and say, ‘I guess I’ll be seeing you next week.’


Listen to my poems on SoundCloud
This poem, along with others, can be found in my book Coffee Shop Sessions II: Moving Mountains One by One

Game of Seduction

Your seduction is a game
You know all the cards to play
With precise calculation
Just enough to keep me coming back

Every gesture,
Every caress,
Every touch,
Every glance,
Every last bit of my body is conquered
I am weakened to the core
And heightened with each rise.

Then with a whisper against my ear,
‘I can’t wait to see the expressions on your face
When I return to you
And give you that sweet pleasure again.’


Listen to my poems on SoundCloud
This poem, along with others, can be found in my book Coffee Shop Sessions II: Moving Mountains One by One

At Peace

On a winter’s night
I lay down
Look over
And dream I am lying by your side

Looking into your eyes,
Feeling assured
That this is it
This is how it’s supposed to feel

Two souls mutually feeling the same depth of passion
Who appreciate all that has taken place
To get us where we are today
To feel at peace

There’s no worry about the path forward
Only this moment is all that matters


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This poem, along with others, can be found in my book Coffee Shop Sessions II: Moving Mountains One by One

Get Lost in the Pouring Rain

So feeble
We fumble
Bodies tangling, intertwining
We get lost in the moment,
In the rush
Drifting off to our own space

No time like the present
We’re looking for answers in the pouring rain

If you could get by
For one night
Without looking for the answers

If you could
For one night
Love me just the same

Everybody needs something
To justify their existence
If we could
Just for one night
Get lost in the pouring rain

Everybody needs a reason
A reason to change
If we could
Just for one night
Get lost in the pouring rain


Listen to my poems on SoundCloud
This poem, along with others, can be found in my book Coffee Shop Sessions II: Moving Mountains One by One

Seize the Moment

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It’s Sunday morning
I run down to the park
We lock eyes while you’re strolling by
Electricity ignites deep inside

Do I stop
Do you dare say hello
Do we say anything at all

So much we want to say
So much we want to do
So much we’ve longed for
To only have this passing moment

Let’s not waste it
Wondering ‘what if’
Let’s not go another day without knowing
How it will feel when we kiss


Listen to my poems on SoundCloud
This poem, along with others, can be found in my book Coffee Shop Sessions II: Moving Mountains One by One