Showing posts with label Model. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Model. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

My Lover I desire..


To wake you in the morning darkness with the aroma of coffee

To caress you until you rise sleepy from the bed

To enjoy every sunrise together we can

To form words that inspire you with hope for the coming day

To kiss you goodbye

To text you jokes to cheer you

To always be there to listen when you need me

To have the candles lit and door open for your arrival home

To ask about your day

To hold you when you cry

To kiss you where it hurts

To burn with passion for you

To make love to you as if it were the first time, the last time, everytime

To never be too tired to get up and make your tea

To put you before everything and everyone else

My Desire has always been thus,

And always will be.

Monday, January 18, 2010

The Dance


Deep tone wind chimes sing with the slight breeze outside and an easy rain settles on my shelter. Not my home but, a roof, a sink and a dog bowl for my best friend who lies beside me under the warm gray cover sleeping and dreaming. It's been a long lovely day. The all too brief visit with an old friend was refreshing, and moving. He is a fine man and it's been a privilege to have known him.Then, a soft tender touch and warm gaze from someone so very special, so innocent will carry me for some time. At work the rains began and soaked everything but, we continued with passion and eagerness. After all, I love what I do, what I've become. Matching panting partners we move in this dance. Hair sticking heavily to my cheeks and brow and water dripping from my beard.. Riding the temperamental Andalusian 'Flamenco' and we move. Quickly with his discontent and nervous energy he bucks under me. "Paso" I whisper to him. "Paso, my friend." He won't. Too much energy and excitement and away we run again. The fence rushes at us but, I can feel his muscles under my left thigh tense and see just the slightest turn of ear. No fear, no worry. "No matter what you do, I will be right here Flamenco." I whisper as he turns to stop and my boot gently brushes the railing as he hesitates. "For now, you are my horse and I am your rider, this is our life.. Together." And so we danced in the rain and wind. In the sand of the arena we both learned patience. And this is the road less traveled...