Alaskan Heart

Where there're eagles that soar on high
lands occupied by inhabitable mountains
iced and blue from its sparkles
freezing the sky in a quiet zone.

This land of fragrant pines touch
the brown earth's wondrous floor as
the heavily pregnant ocean gives life
to its child sending salt and wind of
her waters for a redolent fertile soil.

This land, and the sky, and the seas of
earth's bounty find the garden in my soul
for your love has brought them
to what was unknowingly surreal.

My corrupted polluted heart stopped
its thunderous beat from the moment
the windows on the house of my being
unhurriedly, leisurely, though tensely be
unlocked and found sight of you.

- originally written in February 2004

(Untitled)

He catches me falling from my skies
But then I am buried deep in his eyes
I sink tho' in the waves and
Clear waters of burning desires
As the coals of my heart
Burn inflamed of these fires

Lost in Lust

I want to lose myself in you
Or you bury yourself in me
I want to exchange dreams
Of endless and tireless hunts
I want to sink my body deep
Or you sink to touch my pit
Where the waters of my well
Flood the timber of your desires.

I long to explore your hidden waves
Or you explore my needy tides
As our heated forms collapse
We break and crumble into sand
I want to be washed by your waters
Or you be dribbled by my flow
Of ebbs and tides we shall share
The waterfalls of our desires.

Spring Birds

Spring nights when shorebirds sing
In the still of the cold evening
Short of darkness through mellow
Dim and grayish blue clouds
Graze the sky in flocks of new

Think heavens lie beyond
Those fires of orange, red
And purple hues

Yellow pale and brown
Airborne birds seek home
In lonely trees come when
'Tis roots of sinewy blue
Come alive risen by their coos

Our Chaise

I want to kiss your mouth and have my tongue explore its depth. I want you to kiss me back, soft and feathery at first and later as the warmth traces your loins, your kisses become hurried and hungry for more. It will be hard to choose between who gives and who receives because we both want to do the same. So we leave it to the moment as we allow our bodies to speak in an untested foreign language of love... - Ylang2

Reflection lights the river
Spat by wispy rays of
A full luminous moon
When the somber night
Hushed lovers’ wails
Only to send ripples on waters
Unsettling ‘tis clear portrait

But they heave to meet
Both heightened bliss
Cuffing their wallowing
Aches with every lash
Two warm bodies
Collapse, heaped on a
Lone surmountable shay

We sit on this place, I call it a chaise... we make love on its limited
space, our bodies curl and intertwine, until it is transformed into one.

Our Desires

We'd both be so spent by the end of the evening that we'd hardly be able to talk. We wouldn't need to. We'd be conversing with our eyes.
- SB

These are my uncomplicated desires.
I want a man who has the time and patience
to explore and discover the hidden secrets of my body.

Because I am on my way to middle age,
I am terrified at the thought
of hormonal imbalances and the pull
of earth’s gravity taking its toll on my once
dense and voluptuous body.

I am afraid of losing my sensitivity
to touch that has become routine
and without inventiveness, therefore
I want a man who will love to caress and
sensitize my soft skin, a man
not afraid of going into raptures at,
not failing to mention the femininity of my being.

I want to feel the approval and adoration
of a man as he affectionately
traces my body’s physical imperfections.
And as he brings me to climax I
will hold on tight, pulling him even closer to
bite his neck and his shoulders, releasing
moans of pleasure while he watches
the afterglow of my skin as he
takes pride in his complete manhood.

I want to die and be resurrected again.

You Whisper

As you lay
You breathe
Into my heart
Tepid air as you exhale

A quiet moan escapes
To call your god's name
Taking the pleasure
I sustain

For every longing
In your waiting
You speak to me
Of your desire

The fueling fires left
By lost sighs
Of long ago
From passion's youth

You moan and crave
And follow suit
Then as I hear
You calling

For my wise
And skillful mastery
To singe the dire
Needs obvious

To my eyes
You telling
Me a wanting vice
To drench your scorching pyres

By waters from
My own desires
And like an angry
Stallion’s howl

Succumbing freely
Giving in to me
Again you breathe
Again you lay

I hear you softly
Heat satiating from
My tendering
You so acclaim

Only to hear you
Whisper but her name...

Fragrance of a flower

by Steve B.
A delicate scent lingers in my memory
An exotic fragrance from a tropical land
Warm sand with gentle surf
Line the shores of the islands in my dream.
I am not alone, in this dream
A sensual creature,
A warm and sharing lover,
Holds me.
Together we explore,
Discover and create
We remain connected
Over miles of ocean,
Forest and mountain
Our grip is firm, yet gentle
We smile
And continue our lives

As I die

Climb I will those mountaintops
Of cold and sharp plateaus
Deep I swim the vague oceans
Of unsettling breaking currents
Wade through I the dense green forests
Of dark and shady woods

But love ascertained
Is life endured
And love existed
Will be subsisted

In no way you will ebb like tides
Nor come down from the soaring sky
Not stay inside my forests fires
But breathe to live and as
I die this love can thus revive.