Chai Tea

clifford_1972

It was in the heat of each other
that we came to breathe
passionately this afternoon.
Soft patter of light conversation,
then a sly smile across the bed
while this late spring season
made us drunk on love.
By the end we were sweaty
and embraced
in this astounding addiction

Age, time, settling --
none of these are in us,
control us,
dictates to us
when to temper
our habitual consummation.
I do not question our fire.
I laugh in the afterglow,
and follow you naked into
our kitchen,
for a glass of chai tea.

clifford_1972

It is in that hunger,
the starvation of skin and sweat,
which bewitches me.
I pin her beneath me
even though escape
is the last thing on her mind.
Like feral animals we match tongues
with the heat of two people still in love,
but also a basic lust
which ends with an orgasm
that empties the soul.

Oh that primal coupling!
The sight of her mouth bound around me,
thrusting into her throat,
barely capable of containing my gentleman's face.
I have ravished her a thousand times,
and every time thereafter
on top,
behind her,
she atop me with those
breasts swollen in expectation --
all these nights are Arabian and endless.

It ends with screams.
I growl her name and leave my mouth
on her neck.
I trace the cooling wave
of satiation down her spine
with my thumb.
It is love,
but it is something else as well.
It smells wonderful.

It is the desire
of two prisoners away from making love & fucking,
exiled within themselves.
It is the naked, tumultuous rolls
on the kitchen floor,
in an elevator,
over the front of my car
which keeps her
in the forefront of my fantasies.

I suffer no more self gratification,
only me thick through her
to that place a man is stopped
only by her completion.
My thighs heady with her,
I find my thoughts are scattered
and writ on the wind.
I can ponder nothing.
Brood over nothing.
I just want it again, like a spoiled child,
I want more --

and I always,
always
get it.

clifford_1972

So intent
When you held me, rode me, shattered me.
You led a bracing voyage,
Waves of pleasure,
Soaring out to sea and holding me aloft,
And I moaned and yielded again and again.

So intense
When I bound you, teased you, shattered you.
I led a rougher journey,
Waves of pain,
Taking you under and holding you down,
And you moaned and yielded again and again.

clifford_1972

is this what you all call a "shameless bump?"