My Dirty Laundry Poem

My favourite poet
has a poem about dirty laundry.
I know its prose
as if I wrote it for you.

But I did not understand it
until today.
Today I write my own
Dirty Laundry Poem.

This is how my poem to you goes:

I feel you kiss my earlobe & neck
& I am tugging at you
& your hands are on me;
our laundry falls away -
dirty.

I collect you in my hands
& mouth;
I consume you
& we grow wet;
excited with our juices
soiled linens
stained knees.

Bare flesh 
& I am exposed to you
comfortably open;
wild with passion
the laundry accumulates -
dirty clean
clean dirty

I wear my dirty laundry home
& plunge it into hot water,
coming clean.
I wash away the bits
of you & me,
& hang it all out to dry.

The soil is removed,
deposited crust,
dribbles & spots;
gone.

My laundry is ready & clean;
take me
take me out 
take me out to our place,
hidden but open;
more dirty laundry is ready
to be made.

The Path

I climb the path 

that takes me to

your heart;

through the ferns

& green, I search.

I kissed your mouth

when I found you

standing on the crest;

waiting for me to

give you what you need.

You took my hand

& lead me to your love.

What do I give you;

don't make me need you.

What do you want from me;

Don't make me want you.

I climb.

Through the wild

I kissed your face.

What do I need from you;

I search.

Don't make me climb.

I'm not what you need,

don't make me bleed.

It's too late;

I reached to you for more

& you extended your hand, open.

I kissed your mouth

& was on my knees.

I climbed the path to you.

You took my hand

& you took my heart -

through the forest

& over the rocks

you made me want you.

I see you & hold

my breath for more.

I swallow you & taste

your sweet breath -

I don't hold back.

I crawl through this

ache of love & desire,

through the soil & dirt -

it's what I need.

Our Hearts Break

My heart is breaking
I love you so much
& for all the time you have
spent by my side.

In this hour of pain
I watch you suffer;
nothing I could do,
or say,
will save your heart from breaking.
We weep.

Although I am far
away from you,
know that I stand
next to your heart.
Grasp onto me -
I will help you stand.

You are more to me
in this lifetime of friendship & love -
how am I so lucky to be able to say
how much you mean to me.

I will always be there for you
& I will always take your pain
& gladly place it onto my
own shoulders to bear.
This is what best friends do.
I am here.

Our hearts break
in this senseless pain.
I will hold you close -
lean on me dear friend.
I am here.

Me & you.
Thank God for that.

Happy Birthday

With celebration & loved ones
I send a note of good wishes,
good times
& sweet memories.

As you lace up your shoes
& chart the course of your next adventure,
remember to look over your shoulder
to those that cherish you most.

Run; keep sprinting & forge ahead.
As we all grow older & wiser;
allow your future to bring you all that is deserved.

This is the Happy Birthday Poem,
dear friend.
Light your candles
& as you blow,
think of your best wish;
the secret dream.

Another year is past;
the next awaits.
Make it everything
you want it to be.

Happy Birthday.

Erotically, yours.

Bring your mouth
to my tongue,
set your inhibitions to the side,
& kiss me with unsatiated hunger;
feast on me.

Whisper your most scurrilous desires
& wrap your hands around my heart.
Time for talking is up -
stake your demands for Action;
bring yourself,
expose yourself,
& validate your claims on my body.

Thrust yourself into my world
& place yourself in charge
of my body & mind.
Take what others before you
have tried to own.

You know you are on my mind,
now the poet aches & writhes
to feel you between her legs,
& feel you infiltrate her mind.

Do not deny my requests,
my demands for pleasure;
my pulse races with your touch
& my juices flow with satisfying desire.

You are my sexual love,
the subject of an erotic poem.
I am wet with you.

Secret Garden

Through the landscape
you navigate your way to
my secret garden;
follow the sound of my voice,
follow my silhouette as
I guide you to your desire.

Take my hand,
hold my heart.
Take my soul,
& allow yourself to be lead
into temptation -
taste the forbidden fruit,
without remorse.

You changed the geography.
You changed the course to
the valley & your arrival gives pleasure -
a welcomed lover to a sacred place.

Embrace this time that we
will briefly share;
an interlude of passion -
before our love is set free
to explore the next taboo affair.

Guilty Pleasure

Like my favorite sweet -
I melt into you - a dish of all things forbidden.
The sound of your voice,
the look in your eyes,
& the feel of your touch
sends me into a frenzied rush for more
& more.

You are my guilty pleasure;
something I know I cannot nor should not have.
But I secretly crave your touch
& hands.
We indulge in our desires
as we indulge in each other.

To satisfy this hunger;
I explore your body,
regardless of the costs
& potential for destruction.
I am uncontrolled when left
without you and only my imagination.

Nights not yet spent;
will we find each other,
& discover each other,
& devour each other?
Will my guilt slip away
as you infiltrate my mind?

I am staggering;
drunken with excitement
of seeing you,
of tasting you.
How long will we stage the scene
before we commit to the act?

Feed me.
The poet is hungry for you.