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
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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.
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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.

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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

Summer Moon

Glances

meeting across the room

Smile

flitting across my lips

Head tilt

hair falling forward

a veil I hide behind.

You turn

your profile

bathed in golden sunlight

a shadow

burned into my retinas

eyes closed

I see you still.

A summer dalliance

of laughter

of lust

of desire

never meant to last

passed the final summer moon.

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Fiery Necessity

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Did you think that I would ascertain?
That I might acquiesce?
My love
it will not subside
I cannot pretend it is not real.
I reach for you
stroke your mind
call to you
make you feel
as I kneel
before you.
Supplication.
Naked
breast bared
heave with shuddered gasps
you fill my senses
my body
as I give to you
release
relentless
romance and pain.
We fall
lust and desire
all consuming
all eating
bodies twisting
becoming one
within the darkness of midnight.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
May 19/18