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.