Ting-Ting...a CRC Write #80

Listening to the rapture
in your voice
ringing,
singing over my being
like the ting-ting
of toast for celebrating sunset
amid small talk about the day,
recapping how it slowly
piddled
away
What ever is crying inside of me
waits impatiently
while routine sings
and stings
slow and swankily
in futile attempt
to un-kemp
what my body really has to say
Not doing a good job, am I
 of scheming
as my seat warms
sweat forms
and I squirm
upon the learn
that you noticed
that I
got something to say

Excited nervousness 'grabs' me
as your eyes not only stab me,
They de-scab me
blabbing how you're tired of waiting, too
for the next phase
in the night sultry haze
Talking, long felt pauses cause a jolt
as you approach my space
offering a light kiss to my face
My grace now being intricately interrogated
by the alma-gated sensation
of passion arresting my intents
My cover
is spent
I have no idea where it went
One minute I was fighting desire
and the next
I'm blinded by this...this fire

 Please listen carefully
and try to hear
  what I'm not saying
but what I'd like to say


You are my Mystical Storm

In the distance
I hear thunder rolling
I hear the rain forming a pour
as I picture us lying back on my bed, quietly
A raven...sitting outside my window
in a voice...it speaks to me
as the rain starts....showers,
turning into downpour
The thunder becoming louder
and I'm so drawn
to your aura, watching you
with a curious eye
doing what you do
You un-apologetically slice
my restraint in two

It takes what little willpower left
not to speak as the storm is raging outside
and....while the fire within
dares my sensual plans to begin
It is overtaking me
You are overtaking me
What are you doing to me?
This is a subject we need to broach
I say no
Self says YES
I say no
Self says YESSS
no
YESS
no
Yess


Soon enough
my resilience weakens
I say yes
I will
Yess
I want to
Yes
I walk over to you
and kiss you
Eyes closed...lightning flashes,
lighting up the room
I see your eyes light up
and
you speak to me..

" Do not fear me
I bring revelation to you
Your fear is of your inner self
I will give you courage
to experience your awakening
The dark means anything but evil
It is the doorway to answers
behind the unknown
Never go beyond
what you are prepared for
You're ready for me
I came to you
because you are ready "

Amidst the thunder the lightning
and pouring rain
show me how to love again
I don't want to be rushed.
I am your canvas
You are the brush
Paint strokes of pleasure
on every inch of me.
Create a work of art
studying me
at every angle

breathe life into me
in the darkness







jakuper(5/25/12)