Star

As she said -

“I never did want for the stars.”
and yet it is that never did I aspire to be one.
For if ever I were it was because I fell
- For you.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2006

Love anxiety

Restless my heart -
Anxious with an affectionate obsession
I am infatuate by loves possession.
A fever tendered by my passion's surrender
to the adore I have of your
- Splendor.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

The fear of falling

Such are the heights of amour –
Might we fear to step from that limb of infatuation
it is merely the same apprehension which beckons love itself.
Thus not to test the wings of our hearts even broken
is never to know might we could
- Fly

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

The voyeur

Touch yourself for me –
As I cradle your head gently within my lap
my fingers encouragingly combing the length of your hair
as I whisper sweet corruption unto your ear.
Let your hips rise up to greet the temptations of your caress,
breasts full and illumined softly by the moon
their areola tightening with excitement as your nipples purl.
Hardening as like rosebuds before the bloom.
I run my hands slowly over your glistening flesh that I long
to feel the heat building ‘neath porcelain skin.
Thus as your body trembles towards the pinnacle of climax
I yearn to suckle the sweetness of your nectar
and taste the honey of your sensuality from your fingertips.
Tossing your head back in the heat of passion
I tenderly catch the fall of your libido within my arms hold.
The breaths of ravishment rapid that I inhale
the very essence of your body with the soft brush of my lips
as I look deeply through the windows of soul
I see the pure beauty of your heart
- Unleashed.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Thundering hearts

The clash of carnality –
As we are embraced within a tempest of passion.
Set sail on the sea of storming sensuality
my ebb gripped by the flow of your tide we crash
in orgasmic waves on uninhibited shores
as the lightening strikes
- Twice

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Spellbound

To be enchanted –

By the inflection of your charms
as the intimacy behind your unwavering gaze
has captivated the sanctity of my soul
as my hearts command is forever
- Yours

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

The kiss of a thorn

As I endeared –
To pluck the heart of a thistle
might that it blossom in the palm of my hand.
Yet may I have tried to hold on too tightly
that my own heart was punctured by endeavor.
Still its love remains deserved
as its thorn was of a
- Rose

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Immunity

Even to harden a heart –
Be there still a crack in every stone.
That for which another’s love may shine through.
There by given time and tenderness
the rose shall bloom red
- Again

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009