You were my anonymous voice in the dark but you turned into a simple bit of salvation and as you settled around my senses like caramel colored sex without touching I was wrapped up in those words that tantalize and torment and turn me inside out with wanting and wishing and wondering. There has always been that fascination, that attraction to the snake beneath your skin and I must confess to wondering what could make your hands move over me and if I moved mine over you what would I find other than a roadmap of scars that shows me the way to your heart and the quick movements of your reflexes as I touch on those deepest parts of you with out moving a finger but saying a few simple words -I ask nothing, I take nothing, I want nothing more than you are willing to give and I feel you tighten around me although we are miles apart and I laugh exultantly at the intensity of your drives and that you have chosen me to revel in and I think I could be joyous with you and I'll flick every unspoken desire off your lips with the tip of my tongue just to taste the frustration, the anticipation, the lustful savagery that lies behind that smile and you get a hint of butterscotch and tangerine wet dreams and midnight vigils over a candlelit dinner for one and you know I want to watch over while you sleep, guard your dreams and in the dark watch the rise and fall of your chest and wait as my heartbeat matches your own, a scarlet thrumming of veins tangling with mine. There are nights to be faced and nights to be anticipated and I can feel the heat of you coiling around me and the core of you burning deep into me and your eyes stripping me bare of any pretension and presumption and laying me naked to enjoy this feast, this intellectual fare of equally matched lovers without joining and though its stronger than sex and penetrates more deeply, it arouses the most carnal of instincts in me -to mark you, to make you mine, if even for a few brief moments, to give a scar that is a source of pride rather than pain, to give you memories that comfort you in the dark, to give you a voice that shatters any illusions of solitude…In some ways I will haunt you, in some ways I will have you but in all ways I shall know you to the best of my ability -and be the better for that knowing.

09/05/2003

Author's Note: One might note that this is the first non-rampage-need-for-catharsis piece I have posted...I promise there are more *grin* The subject of the piece is someone I love very much and who has remained a close friend through the years and who, I am happy to say, met a woman worthy of him and is getting married on Oct 13th. I'll always remember him this way though, and as the very important part of my life that he became.

Posted on 10/08/2006
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