Horizons

Thus approaches the quiet storm –
As we let the sun set silently behind us I hold you.
Your hair caresses my face gently with the tempests unspoken advance
that the air is filled with the scent of your soul and the sea.
Tacit waves harbinger a calm that rolls in kissing your feet as serenely
that settling into my arms we look across an ocean
reckless with what was our heart’s
- Ambiguity.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Joy sheds a tear

As I am with or without you –
To be held warmly within the splendor of your arms.
Or to be left longing in the beauty of my
- Sadness.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Heat

The prowess of her passion –
Hence her breath is warm with the fever that she
stokes a bonfire amid my loins until my own fiery aspirations
have become wantonly engorged and inflamed
with the inextinguishable expectations of her torrent desires.
Purring pyromania playfully into the encourage able furnace of my ear
as she marks her territory deeply down the length of my back.
Branded by the impassioned rake of her nails
my inhibitions are spurred into their own insatiable inferno
that I fervently endeavor to quench the ravenous
thirst of her flame with
- Gasoline.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Surrealistic pillows

Could I not see her face –
Yet her backside was soft and translucent
as despite the chill in the air her cover lay nestled at her hip.
My eyes followed the curve of her body her skin a milky white luminescence
her shoulders bare that the nape of her neck was irresistibly inviting.
Drawn to her illumination if simply to place the warmth of a kiss upon her nakedness
I wanted to wrap her with the heat of my own and hold her through the night. Yet as my lips pressed softly against the coolness of her skin
she to me eyes glistening that it was you and I awoke.
Is there so much love in my hearts realm
- That never gets a chance.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Dreaming of lucidity

The evanescence of sleep –
That the clarity of ones own conscious
is hidden subtly behind their incognizant reflections
in the cognizant mirrors of unconsciousness.
Thus the tangibility of our awakening’s insightfulness
is reflective of the truth that lies within
the ethereal wishes of the
- Heart.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

My Babylon

The divinity of decadence – Corrupt me with the heat of your careless whispers
as I explore the continent of jeweled flesh.
Lead me unto temptation and adorn me with ravishment
as I conquer your desires and quench my thirst
by savoring the sexuality of your - Wine.

©Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Uninhibited

Compromise me –
In a position of impassionated plunder
as you finesse fully strip away the fibers of my morality.
Unraveling the very knowledge of my carnality
ravishing me wantonly while making your bed submissively
supple with the nakedness of our flesh
- Thus unbridled.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Chasing the day

Even as the warmth lingers – I cannot hold on to the moment long enough.
That I have endeared to follow the beacon of your heart
upon the pathway of our thorns and through the valley of our souls that it has lead me to the edge of the sea of our dreams,
where I watch helplessly as you sink silently
from the hope of my heart’s
- Sky.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009