Hero of my Heart

All I want…..
your hands on my body
your lips
trailing kisses neck to knees.
I want to feel….. 
desire
to squirm with delight
your body against mine.
I imagine…..
things that only you can do.
I imagine….. 
kisses that only you can give.
I imagine….. 
hunger filled nights
sated mornings
I imagine…..
dreams
floating on clouds
and soft beds.
I imagine…..
a love like the ones read.
I imagine…..
a life
as found in fantasy
and wonder
was I once a fairy princess?
Where is my Hunter?
Sent to capture and instead…..
makes love.
Where is my King?
Who sees the truth and still…..
craves me.
Where is my Jester?
Touched by the ugliness
the horror
of heart and soul
of demons I cannot shed
he comes to me.
Protector.
Guardian.
Champion.
White knight 
on a fine white steed.
Hero of my heart.
©April 21/19
Picture via Pinterest
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Untitled Poem Word of the Day #16

The moon is full,
the beast does arise
howling with frustration
with beauty wise.
No one can tell
no one can tame
lost in the moonlight
a singular lust uncontained.
A mournful note
hangs unbidden
over tender throat.
Teeth bared
saliva flashing
bodies wrapped
with primitive heat.
The fire that burns
searing the souls
of two twined.
Come daylight
they break apart
their masks in place
returning
always
to play their parts.
when two come together
when minds
bodies
hearts
connect
incandescent.
Feb. 7/19
Photo by Yannick Menard on Unsplash

Miss You

I miss you
miss your arms around me
miss the smile you give me
when what I say
it makes sense to you.
You listen to me
listen like no one has ever done
making me wonder
who you are
what your game is with me.
Why do you reach out?
Why do you make me feel?
I was content for it to be playful
no emotions
no feelings.
You changed the game
or was it me?
And now we look at one another
eyes hooded with lust
with desire
with trust.
All I want to do
is crawl into your arms
to have you stare into my eyes
I want to wrap my legs around
draw you close
baby please draw me near.
We are scared
we are daring
we want one another
what we don’t want
is the pain
the fear
that we carry in our hearts.
Aug. 22/18

History

Lips meeting
tongues caressing
body to body
we yield.
The scent of you
the aroma of me
combined
is heady to the senses.
Caresses light
fingers trail across skin
heat follows each touch
as moans fill the air.
The times we have together
redolent of past lives
for we fit
two pieces of a puzzle
unlike with anyone ever before.

Howling at the Moon

Last night
wrapped within the warmth of your arms
forgetting that there were others around
my moans became a wailing tune
as you made me howl to the moon.
Twisting and turning
sheets entangled with legs
mouths reaching
senses bleeding
as we became one.
Lost
our moans filled the house
forgetting how thin the walls can be
let’s just say
this morning with red face
I felt so awkward
as everyone pretended they had heard nothing.
Photo by Matthew Kane on Unsplash

Cuddles

Sensual dance of two

bodies melding into one

entwined

enraptured

caught up in the passion

the flames

of consummation.

Star bursts flicker

electric pulses flaring

sensitivity

to a single caress

becoming lost

in the truth of each other.

Sated

silent

quiet caress

bodies in the dark

holding close

warm love

cuddles in the stars.

Photo by Toa Heftiba on Unsplash

Dream to Come

My muse
My seduction
My misbeaten heart.
Your liquid eyes
Fill me to the brim
Tugging at my heart.
Misconception
Misunderstood
You trigger thoughts
and words
Twisting my tongue
Into lovely tales.
There is no right
There is no wrong
There is just you and I
A dream to come.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
July 12/18