Unconstrained and uncontrolled
Kisses that blend souls.
Hands touching, tearing
At each others flesh;
A need that cannot be delayed
That must instantly be met.
Bodies lost in pleasure
Yet seeking hungrily for more,
To sink into each others depths
And find themselves anew.
Or rebirth of the soul,
No one is unchanged
By this sacrifice of all.
Surrender to emotion,
To the most physical of needs,
Triumph in the glory,
That erotic release gives.
Be only in this moment
Yourself and other, now
Coupled and self-centred
In most exquisite joy.
Reaching for the infinite
Forever out of reach
Driven ever deeper
By passion’s endless kiss.
When you feel unable to speak and yet your heart is full.
Sonnet VIII – The Secret
I hold a secret close within my heart,
With force that may not ever be revealed,
The words of love that from my lips would start,
Are held inside, for must my lips be sealed.
Were I to speak the love I feel within,
You would pour scorn on such a raging flood
Of heartfelt passion that my eyes would dim
And in that dark would pain become my blood.
And yet that pouring out of love, denied
Is substitute for more intense desire,
The need for lust itself to be untied
And touch inflame our bodies into fire.
But passions fires are banked and love is dumb,
Yet hearts need words and these rhymes give them some.
You know how it is; you’ve had a wonderful weekend. There has been fun, passion and wonder. Then Monday comes and you’re sitting in the office remembering the weekend and looking forward to another chance to do it all again.
Sonnet VII – Monday
Can Monday be the day I miss you most?
I feel your absence keenest from my side,
The empty space where weekend love could boast
You were within and did with me abide.
I cling to memories of what we shared
As overhanging branch for drowning men.
Reliving each sweet proof that then you cared
And feeling passion’s heat fill me again.
But phantom kisses cannot warm me still
Unless our love extends into my week,
I need to know that I make your heart thrill
And so, I long to hear, you thusly speak.
So now my heart leaps forward to the time
Your arms and hands and mouth tell me you’re mine.
I took my boy away, to a hotel, where we could express our love as we pleased, as we needed to, where we could be ourselves.
I needed to hurt him, to keep hurting him and that is what I did; this poem tells you just how much.
Sonnet V – A Memorable Date
Tenderly I at first caress your skin,
You stand, my naked boy, for me to touch.
Then take I up my whips, my cane so thin,
This is love’s kiss; let it be not too much.
Sixty seconds doth each long minute make
But measure we alone in counted blows.
Each stroke requested and with love you take,
Given with pride, we do not care who knows.
Six of the best could never be enough
To show each other just how much we care,
Each stripe upon your skin is not too tough,
When knowing who it was who placed them there.
And all that love poured out ‘twixt us in pain
Bonds us as owned and owner yet again.
At night I let my mind take me to places I want to be, here is a little taste of where I sometimes go.
Sonnet III – Dreams
So lay me down, alone and in my bed,
Far from your side, yet closest now to thee.
Eluding me, sleep circles round my head
And weaves a web of dreams, of what might be.
Vows spoken once, in jest perhaps, I take,
Now hold them to my heart in jealous trust.
Each word of love believe in for love’s sake,
Till breath is gone and body turned to dust.
Restful my eyes are closed, my heart aflame,
As thoughts of love soothe wounds that day made sore.
I drift to sleep now whispering your name,
Secreted in my heart for evermore.
Now dream I thus our hearts always entwine,
Yet will I know the truth of this in time?
This is my first ever sonnet. Written to capture a little of what makes my relationship with Mat so special.
Sonnet I – The Field of Love
We watch the night beneath its field of stars,
With knotted rope, under the moon who glows.
The silence all around, it is not ours
We break it with impassioned cries and blows.
Your eyes are kind but still your gaze is stern,
Yet humbly on your knees devotion prove.
My heart, like falcon flies for freedom, yearns
For closeness deeper far than some call love.
From tiny seeds unbidden this love starts,
Supplant all others in my heart forsooth.
Let no man ask the motive of our hearts,
Pure is our love and this the purest truth.
For those who choose to see what I have writ
Here is our love, for others only wit.