For some reason I remembered that morning without a name again today. A morning that was a template for other such similar mornings. I woke up first like I always did but with one of those involuntary dawn erections. We were naked under the blanket as the night had been warm. I lay awake and watched her sleep. She slept peacefully like a child with the hint of a smile curving the ends of her thin lips. I moved closer and embraced her for the gentle warmth of her body. She shifted in her sleep, put her hand around me in a reflexive embrace and made a sound at the back of her throat that was halfway between a purr and a mumble. Slowly, I slid my right leg upwards between her legs until I could feel the shaved roughness of her lips on my thigh. It was a wonderful moment in that indeterminate land between lust, love and longing. I wished that the moment would last forever. But the balance always tilted ever so slightly in one direction or the other.

On certain mornings I’d be overcome by a wave of longing. I’d snuggle closer and hug her until in her sleep she would protest weakly as she struggled to breathe in the confines of my tightly locked arms. Initially, I wouldn’t care as I was in the thrall of a force greater than me. It was a force that impelled you to crush her with the immense strength of your feeling. A feeling that often did not listen to reason. Eventually though I’d come to my senses. I always did for the comfort of longing is only a temporary visitor, taken too far it soon turns into the suffocation of confinement.

There were other times when I’d be overcome by love. I’d kiss her narrow forehead, closed eyes and the tiny protuberance that was her nose. I’d feel her warm breath on my lips as I gently brushed her lips with mine. Afterwards, I’d bury my face into the crook of her neck and lie there for a minute or two. Then, I’d slowly slide lower until I felt the rich and delicate softness of her breasts on my cheek. There I’d rest until she woke up slowly like a dream diver swimming up through the various layers of sleep.

But that morning I was overcome by lust. The wave started deep within my loins and like a hot flush traveled along my back into my head so fast that I felt like I was on fire from a fever. It was a peculiar mixture of pleasure and pain. It was the pleasure of a basic instinct as old as mankind. It was the pain of carrying a rigid erection.

Lost in the lust of that morning I kissed her mouth hungrily and opened it up as if it were a sealed envelope. I searched for her tongue with a desperation that only unfulfilled desire can generate. I found it sleeping peacefully but the insistence of my tongue woke her’s up. It initially tangled with mine uncertainly as if it were in a daze but as soon as awareness broke across her brow she responded immediately. She embraced me tightly and reached into my mouth with her tongue. She tasted my lips and sucked on them as if she was slaking a great thirst. Her left hand reached between my legs in a familiar motion, took hold of me and gently started stroking. The fever in me rose and I kissed her deeper and stronger. I broke the kiss in one sudden movement and moved to her neck and inhaled her morning scent. Aroused further by her insistent stroking I moved to her breasts. It was my favorite part. The feel and taste of her nipples going rigid in my mouth felt like a thousand bubbles bursting on my tongue. She moaned then and her hand gripped me tighter and moved faster.

Slowly, with my right hand I parted her legs wider and with my fingers found her trembling lips. I dipped my middle finger in as if I was testing the temperature of water in a vessel. She was wet and the heat within warmed my finger. I slowly slid my finger in and out until I built up a steady rhythm. At the same time I slipped in another finger and rubbed her swollen clitoris with my thumb until her back arched and eyes opened wide (all vestiges of sleep erased). She clung to me like a drowning sailor desperately clinging to a piece of driftwood. With a wild and bright hunger shining in her wide open eyes she attacked my mouth and pushed her tongue in forcefully as if she was wrestling for control. And just like that we were caught in a moment that flowed through our hands into our bodies.

Suddenly, she broke her embrace, pushed my moving fingers away and climbed on top of me. She took hold of me again and in one smooth movement moved me into her. She rode me like a jockey completely in control of her steed. I could feel her wet muscles squeeze and release in a repeating sequence of unbelievable pleasure. Her breasts heaved and swayed. Her speed increased as the wetness inside swelled like a river in flood. In that inexorable journey we did not last long. I crashed first and exploded deep within her, losing myself in one spine cracking spasm after another until I could almost believe that I had embraced the beautiful blankness of death. As I twisted uncontrollably she dug her fingers into my chest as if to find some purchase and screamed in a low voice as she breached the banks of her being and overflowed in one great gush. I felt her soft muscles first tighten, throb and then relax as she fell onto me like a great black waterfall. Her wet skin beneath my finger tips seemed to ripple like the surface of a serene lake from a stone thrown across it. We almost forgot to breathe as we lost ourselves to a plethora of sensations that annihilated our senses. Spent and exhausted we lay still like that until I drooped and dropped out of her like a small water snake.

The clouds hang in the sunless sky like fluffy pink pillows.
The air is still between us. I smell you between the smells
of growing grass and blooming azaleas. You are curled up
holding my hand between yours. You can feel my little finger
move slowly along your stomach. Textures are teased out in
an exploration of tender territory. I lean forward and run my
tongue along the back of your neck, through gleaming hair
and salty skin. The still air between us suffers, squeezed
between shivering bodies. Your leg slowly slides along mine,
miming a language in movement. I let the light of dawn flow
across your freckled forehead and pool in your opening eyes.
I wait for the breathless breeze to surround us and then blow
through your hair. I bend over and touch your lips, soft like sin
and flecked with spots of red teeth marks. I close the gap with
my lips and lazy light struggles to escape their locked confines.
The careless cries of birds wash over our aroused senses. We
sink into seconds and stretch them along our sinuous spines.

Silently, dawn parts from us like a jilted lover. The yellow overseer
is riding in on her familiar coattails. The brittle business of another
day awaits his grim golden gaze. You leave too as morning moves
her mundane face on us. Fie! A perpetual interrupter of intimate
auroral moments is here yet again to erase the early spoils.

Semen stained skin
covered by old sheets.

The night hung between us
like a forgotten conversation.

Her breasts under my hand.
Her lips against my thigh.
Neatly shaven and pleasantly rough.

She slipped her tongue into my mouth
like a newspaper sliding under the door.

The sheets rustled and
slid. Desire surfed along the
rising curve of our tongues.

The night traveled down
again behind our eye lids.

Held between her hands
I sighed. Under the sheets
fingers explored fertile valleys.

She pushed me under and fell
over me like a familiar song.

Moist and molten we kissed. Lips
exchanged names written by tongues.

She moved over me. I was caught in her song.
She rode the bridge and waited for the chorus.
I joined her as the music peaked and together
we felt the words come crashing down inside her.

The sweat stained night settled
into the folds of our skins as we
fell asleep inside and over each other.

She traced the continents
time had mapped on my forehead.
My nose yielded its secrets of
rough crags and hidden crevices.

Her tongue traveled to the delta of my lips
and explored the rivers flowing across my tongue.
She slid down my neck with the help of her nose,
her mouth left a trail of lip locks as postcards.

On the plateau of my chest she lingered for a while,
inhaling the smell of civilization, hearing the basic rhythm of life.
She traversed the smooth plains of my stomach like a seasoned traveler,
sheltering for a moment in the shadows of my navel.

My back became an open ground
where she played games with her fingertips,
fighting battles with stiffened muscles, and
feeding the frenzy of rippling skin.

Every measured movement of hers
opened up my flesh like an atlas.
Her dimples gave me direction, her lips latitude,
while her hands struck boldly across my southern shyness.

I could not stop her probing fingers
from proclaiming freedom for my senses.
Nor could I resist the soft music
her slippery skin played on mine.

In her naked embrace,
I was a nation without borders,
I was a country without a capital,
I was a world without war.

We met at one of those dark places. The silence between us had stretched. She was inhaling the new liquid. I was on the one with three letters. Twice our lips touched across the divide. A bridge of tongues. A stream of saliva. The mixture of lips.

“Do you believe in coincidence?”

“Do you believe in chance?”

The music swirled and swooned. Through our levitating bodies. Our fingers touched forbidden places. A moist sensation. A fluid emotion. Sudden laughter behind our eyes. Tears carved new pathways on her cheeks. I leaned forward and licked them off.

“How weird is that?”

“Yes, a midget and a transvestite having sex on the dance floor.”

“I saw you yesterday, in my last dream before I woke up.”

People swayed around us, drunk on this and that. There was something in the air. A flash? A streak? A swoosh? I inhaled her smell. Pheromones called out in a primitive language. Glasses tinkled beside us. Multi-colored liquids sloshed in perfectly shaped receptacles.

“I see you in my eyes.”

“Perhaps we should dance in our minds?”

The light faded. Conversation muted suddenly like a TV heard across a hotel wall. Where were we? Did you recognize us? Inside all was bright and innocent light. Outside was a kaleidoscope of sensation.

“I want to kiss your eyelids.”

A world of emotion
In my eyes
Random images falling like shooting stars
Saturated snapshots in time

The tenderness of the first kiss
The sudden hesitation at the second button

The perfect rhythm of interlocked limbs
The sensual stillness of aroused skin

Wordless whispers and sliding clothes
Flowing hair, a shower of laughter

The romance of rolling tongues
The pleasure of stroking fingers

The perfect curve of upraised hips
The slow dissolve of united lips

Burning eyes and sweaty brows
Heated breath, a stream of smoky smells

Slither, twist and fall apart
In a tangle of hair, flesh and legs
A universe of flared senses
Flowering as love between our hearts

My words dissolve
In your mouth
Like tongue tingling ice cubes

I kiss your back
My tongue shooting out
To leave a wet imprint between the outlines of my lips

I feel the shiver
Run along your spine
Through my blind fingers

Your head bends back
And mine moves forward
Like the two hands of an old clock

Lips united we rock
Into each other
A union of hungry flesh and burning skin

The wind sighs through the fluttering curtains
Sounds stand still in perfect silence
As we fall into each other

The diffused light bends between our
Entwined bodies
Rising and falling like waves on a rocky shore

Storms rage, volcanoes erupt
As wide-eyed
We stare straight into our pulsing souls

Fingers digging into soft flesh
We flow with time
Towards approaching eternity

It arrives
Flying on wings of exploding desire
And at that infinite instant

We shatter
Like stacked sheets of gilded glass
Into a cascade of million little tinkling splinters

There are certain shots that develop in your head, day after day, like…like the verses of a new poem. Frame after frame, you peel away different compositions and angles until something clicks and you attain that flawless frame, where everything is balanced and the light is perfect. And then you go out and actually capture that shot as it is in your head.

Like the photo she posed for me the other day. The place was an old abandoned factory. She was in the middle, lying face down, curved around an old oil drum, her ass pointing towards my camera and two of her fingers inside her dry vagina. I chose an aperture small enough to get everything of her in focus, from the tips of her fingernails on her sex to the look of wide-eyed innocence in her eyes. There was no flash or artificial light. The available light came from huge glass windows from either side of her in the distance, diffused and soft. I shot off a few hundred shots as her cunt became progressively wetter.

It was a shot that had been popping up in my dreams and then later seeped into my every conscious thought. I never thought I could actually get the shot in reality. But it happened.

She was doing this only for me. I didn’t ask her. She asked me. Why? I’ve no idea and am not interested in finding out. But that didn’t stop me from speculating. She always had this thing for voyeurs. In fact, that is how I got to know her in the first place. I used to observe her all the time. She lived opposite my house, only a narrow space separating our homes. The line of sight from my bedroom window dropped directly into her bedroom. Each evening, I used to wait for her to come home and go through her characteristic languid yet very erotic process of shedding her clothes one by one. Actually, I found out much later that it was all a show for me. She had realized from the beginning that I was observing her. I still don’t know how. So she would go through the exact same motions, day after day. She derived as much pleasure from it as me, perhaps even more. It helped that her bathroom was attached to the bedroom. Both the observer and the object of observation were influencing each other.

The silence in the vast empty space sounded natural as we did not need to communicate. A short wave of my hand and she would adjust her legs as I wanted them. An eyebrow raised and her eyes would speak the language my heart wanted. Click…click…click…the cameras clacked, capturing her for eternity. A funny thought suddenly flitted through my mind. What if there were a nuclear holocaust and these photos would be all that survived; a last testament for humanity’s existence? I laugh inside myself. How many schools of thought/theories would arise over these pictures in some distant future? I laugh some more.

We took frequent breaks as she couldn’t hold that pose for long. But I think there was another reason. I think she was getting off over the whole setup. So she cooled off a little during the break, sustaining the excitement but not peaking. Later, as if to prove my point, she fingered herself to a violent orgasm, off camera of course.

She came into the room I was in sometime after midnight. I was still awake, tossing around under the weight of all the shared memories that had reared their head. Hard to think that what had happened was a decade before. The remnants of that passionate affair still echoed in my heart from time to time. But here they were unstoppable. The gentle heat of the night was also not making things easy. My body was consumed by desire and that was the main reason behind the lack of sleep. How can one sleep when every cell of your body is craving for that which cannot be had in the present circumstances? But her entry changed the equation a bit. Her roommate was in the other room, only a thin wall separating us. She stood at the foot of the bed. The soft moonlight gave shape to her beautiful outlines. It was obvious she was not wearing anything under her thin nightdress. Even in the dim light I could see that her nipples were rigid. My tongue craved to taste them in my mouth and hear her sigh from the depths of her soul. I was sure that her eyes would be half-closed, intimating that she too was in the grip of our shared past.

Without a word she slipped beneath the sheets beside me. Her flesh was warm to the touch. She snuggled up to me, her body turning me on like one turns on a light bulb in a dark room, a sudden rush of extreme passion. It was one of those rigid, painful yet sensuous erections. Chucking the burden of the past into lust’s dustbin, I embraced her fiercely; my hands tried to envelop every little inch of her. We moved to the edge of the bed, interlocked thus.

Slowly, we slid down the bed and onto the floor, still wrapped around each other. Our mouths dissolved into each other as my tongue undid the soft tension in hers. The languid kiss one dreams of was a reality lived only by our lips. A gentle exploration of each other while tasting the love written on our tongues. My nose touched hers, a pleasant friction of two disparate senses. The long kiss continued, uniting sense and skin in a low wave of rising erotica.

I loved the silky smell of her mouth. I committed to memory the mellow taste of her tongue. I savored the feel of her lips interlocked with mine. I anticipated the sensual delights hiding behind her naughty smile that I could only taste. Her hand traveled down my body in one graceful arc sending shivers along my shy nakedness as her fingers awakened sleeping rivers of desire along their wake.

After a billion years our mouths separated, the aftertaste of her tongue still echoing in my mouth.

We rose together
Bed sheets crumpled beneath
The morning sun kissed our fingertips

—–

Waves of fresh sorrows crashed
Between our tangled arms
A fellowship of lost dreams

—–

Your skin, blazing like a furnace
My lips singed and seared
Tongues licking melting ice cubes

—–

Heated thoughts race each other
Along highways of the heart
Your mouth on mine is the green light

—–

My love shaped
By your silken smooth thighs
A sudden shower of snow outside

—–

Winter rules your eyes
Tears hardened into ice
Love blinded by distance

—–

Water lining your belly button
Like an oasis on a thirsty horizon
My mouth is dry

—–

We snuggle on the couch
My mouth around your nipple
Heaven is not in the sky

—–

You stand by the window
A silhouette of curves and corners
The camera clicks

—–

I probe your depths
And lick my fingers
Honey, mountain spring, warm breath

——

Love is like a thunderstorm
A sudden fury of sound, light and wind
Followed by a deafening silence

As the curtain lifts we are on a bed under the stars. The bed is in the center of the stage. In the background are fields of corn stretching to the horizon. There is no light anywhere except for the soft moonlight.

[The night’s shadow comes to rest between her breasts. She looks at me with eyes full of an erotic rage. An eroticism that never fails to make me swell with the lust of a love waiting to take shape between her loving hands. It is a gentle violence between us. The playful nipping, the sudden bites, the pinpricks of soft slaps, and the twisting limbs fighting for domination in a game as old as Gaia’s wet lips.]

HER: Do you think we can go on loving like this? This intense urge to devour everything the other has to offer. Won’t this burn and scar us forever?

ME: Nah, I do not think so. But even if we burn, isn’t it better to burn like meteors, painting a beautiful nude across the night sky rather than spend a lifetime trying to stoke the fires of a dead passion?

[She thinks about this. But before she can answer I pull her closer and wrap my mouth around the nipple of her left breast, my favorite one. I love how the nipple tastes in my mouth. She sighs with a wet longing, a long and deep sigh coming from the depths of her soul, smelling of a love she wants my mouth to smell and my nose to taste.]

HER: Darling, how many lifetimes will I have to suffer before I encounter you again? For that random instant where I’ll be waiting with a raw hunger for you?

ME: I could fashion my answer into a verse that would be the greatest love poem ever written. But my dearest, words are ephemeral, lasting not for an instant in the eternity of our souls united by a love for which words have not been discovered yet.

HER (smiles): You and your poetry! I could rip out your organs one by one but you will still want to write poetry with the blood that is gushing out.

[She slides down and bites me on my chest, next to my right nipple. I gasp in recognition of that subtle mix of pain and pleasure that always comes as a surprise. I grasp her slithering hair and pull her up. She cries out but before the cry can escape the confines of her throat my mouth is on her’s. Her tongue shoots up into my mouth like a diver coming up for air. We kiss like it is the last kiss we will have before reality chases our unbelievable dream away. We stop after only a minute but which feels like our collective lifetime.]

ME: I want to rise and fall inside your perfect depths. I want to taste you as you explode like a star going supernova. I want to lay my head between your breasts and feel the gentle rise and fall your breathing makes. I want to whisper my dreams into your ear while you sleep and somehow feel that you dream those whispers as telepathic poems from my heart. I want to cleanse your every fear with all the love that is seeping out of each and every single pore of my body.

HER: I wish I could dissolve in the glistening wetness of your eyes while you say these things to me. I wish there was some way to tattoo these words onto my heart so that they will always be there as guiding lights through our every lifetime together until even eternity breathes her last.

[She hugs me tight, squeezing me as if wanting to feel all the love that we have for each other at once. I kiss her hair and hug her back, wanting to crush her between my arms and thereby distill the love we have into the purest liquid the universe has ever seen or tasted.]

As the curtain falls we are still interlocked, blissfully ignorant of the bright blue of a slowly advancing dawn to the east.

We rode the waves
our bodies bending
and flowing around
each other

Faces contorted
in the grip of
a manic emotion
hands held tight, backs rigid

Sounds lost
in the roar of sweat
roiling off our bodies
collecting on the sheets
like puddles in rocky hollows

Images flashed with
kinetic intensity
in our boiling minds
lining our every nerve ending
with wet fire, sweet and sexy

We kissed, we bit
we raked, we scratched
in a rage of love and lust
streaking along our spines
like hot lightning

The waves slid
along our slippery groins
flowed through the gaps
between our stomachs
and broke on our faces

We offered ourselves
to a different ecstasy
crashing on the shores
of orgasmic insanity
ship-wrecked and swallowed
by a surging storm of
flailing limbs and thrusting bodies

Fingernails dug
into wet skin
we clung to each other
as the world inside us
exploded-
into fragments of time
touched by eternity

You and me
On the rock, dissolving
In the soft moonlight

Your back arched
In pregnant pleasure
Framing the tangent
Between light and shadow

Me on my back
Watching you stretch
My (simple) name
In ecstatic amplitude

A magical night
Of unnoticed union
In lambent woods

—–

Your hands
Instruments of pleasure
Building towers of tension

Interlocked
In your perfect groove
I stretch and turn
To taste your
Upper hardened softness

And then
The intimate exudation
In the pristine folds
Of my handy companion

—–

Picture this!

My tongue
Tracing the wet outlines
Of your liquid lips

My fingers flowing along
Your softened curves

And then
My body enveloping yours
With the comfortable heat
Of my rising sensuality

In her mouth my words swirled like white wine. She opened her mouth and I took her tongue into mine. A soft taste of conversation and sweet saliva. We kissed languidly, looking into each others eyes. It is a wonderful feeling to kiss with eyes open, fighting your body as it wants to close your eye lids. She caressed my chin and rubbed my ear. I explored her tongue, our mouths lost in each other, my hands roving through her hair while she caressed my neck.

We lay back and held hands, my fingertips restless and exploring the minute imperfections of her silken exterior. They stopped at her rigid nipples. Mottled and subtly erotic to the touch, I traced their pointed outlines. She turned and let out a long sigh into my ear and closed her eyes.

I closed my eyes too and felt her solely through my fingertips. The delicate flesh of her drooping breasts, the baby fat of her shoulders, the smooth rigidity of her stomach and the shallow depths of her belly button. The language of love being felt and re-written by my fingertips on the palimpsest of her beautiful skin. Slowly, we dissolved into each other, our peaks and depths framing the tangent of love as it was meant to be.

Thrust into this dark well of despair I begin to imagine your beautiful body in my hands. The way your hair cascades down your neck and always smells fresh, a faint perfume lingering in its depths. Your forehead hiding heavy thoughts behind its broad expanse as I give it a fond kiss. Your ears with their rubbery taste, teased by my tongue, making you squirm with erotic delight. Your eyes, mirrors of desire, and gazing at me with that naked look of love that sends a thrill of joy down my spine. I kiss your eye-lids, leaving gentle imprints of my love on the windows to your soul. I rub my nose against yours, uniting our breath for an instant that lasts an eternity. I shift a little and gently trace my tongue over your lips, waiting for the faint quiver. They glisten with raw want. I kiss your mouth, hungrily, my tongue shooting in and searching for yours. There…I found it. And our tongues begin their sensual dance around and over each other, rubbing, rolling, caressing, and squeezing every ounce of emotion. You take my lower lip into your mouth and suck on it, trying to drink in my desire and I reciprocate by taking your lip and tasting the love waiting to explode behind it.

I kiss you again and again, full on your mouth, hungry for you and your body. My hands move all over your soft body wanting to greedily touch everything at once. You pull my head back and latch on to my mouth, thrusting your tongue in, wanting to pour what you feel into me. Like meteors shooting across the sky we burn with fire and desire.

My lips travel down your neck, breathing in deeply your basic smell, kissing it lightly, blowing my warm breath along its sinuous curve. I find your breasts, my fountains of desire. They glow with an inner light, the light of passion wanting to be touched and felt. My mouth envelops them one after the other. My tongue hungrily sucks on your nipples and feels them going taut. You squirm and moan, your eyes watching my mouth work magic with your body. I go on, wanting more and more, rolling your erect nipples over my tongue, kneading your other breast with my free hand. I travel down your body, tracing my tongue along the long highway between your breasts and your darkest depths, I linger along your belly-button, exploring its shallows, and I examine with the edge of my tongue the contours of your stomach and the twisting curves of your pelvis. Your sighs increase in momentum as I near my destination. The pressure of your fingers on my hair increases by that small amount. And I reach home.

The well spring of your desire and the playground of my dreams. I run my tongue along the outlines, gauging the wet heat emanating from your center. I prolong it, to tease you. I linger and linger along the outer edges while you stare down at me with a fierce hunger in your eyes, wanting to urge me on but failing to find the words for it. I take pleasure in watching your frustration grow and just when you are about to shout I thrust my tongue in. Instantly, I’m enveloped in your basic smells, in the searing heat, and the raw raw taste of you. I lick and suck to all my hearts content. I search for the spots which will melt you like butter and concentrate on them, the thick mound of flesh just on the outer edge, and the upper part on the inside edge. Your voice is high-pitched now, your eyes are closed and your hands are holding on tight to my head as if you are afraid that you will take off into the air. A hot flush runs through your body and normal senses desert you. You are on the threshold of another world, a world where lust and desire are your masters.

Suddenly, I stop. You are slow to notice it, your eyes open up reluctantly and look at me, confused. I smirk with the happiness of the one in control and return a look of disarming innocence. You realize that I’m up to my old games again. Without further ado you plead with your eyes and pull on my hair with mounting frustration. I would like to extend this little game but today I’ll indulge you. So I go back to what I was doing. I kiss your mound and suck on that little overhang. It is time now to go into the highest gear. Faster and faster I thrust my tongue, in and out. In and out. Your legs are thrashing around me. I hold them with my hands but my tongue does not stop. I go deeper if it was possible to go any deeper. You flail your hands and try to pull me off. But I cannot be stopped now. I go mad with my own desire and try to plumb your depths with my shooting softness.

In that instant you explode. Like an underwater volcano your raging depths release their contents and drench my mouth with nature’s purest juices. You shudder and thrash. You shake and pant. Your moans reach a crescendo which no soprano can ever match. You are in that world now where words do not exist. You experience the purest pleasure possible, untrammeled by any physical boundary. You are one with the elements.

I watch all of this silently, taking pleasure in having given you such sublime joy. You return to your senses, slowly. We disengage gently and stare at each other. We share the unparalleled bliss of fulfilled desire, reveling in the warm glow of our bodies entwined like thread in cloth.