Six Cantos Of C Poem by Angela Dodge

1.)

i am waiting for the next time
i can watch you sleep
with tiny beads of sweat on your brow
from the passionate tasting
and thrusting of the hours past...
and smell you sweet breath
and feel your warm skin
and run my hands along you while you sleep,
stirring you to life
while letting you dream...
and kissing your ear as you softly snore
and waiting for you to wake again
and taking you in my mouth
first thing in the morning
and having you slide into me like silken steel.

2.)

in a world of unexpected twists and bends,
stabilty of a sort
shines in a presence
of warmth and laughter
and hot sweaty torridness...
of intelligence and comfort
and scarily similar thinking...
of intertwined lives
and tangled bodies and moist mouths...
a presence of you.

3.)
gentle clicking of beads
shadowed outline
beside my bed
cool skin sliding
next to mine

fresh smells stirring me
soft touch
roll to me
rarely felt smooth cheek
to kiss

stroking hands
move down lightly
to caress you
flicking my sleepy tongue
along your body

somnolent thoughts
of dreams
but this is real
stirring me...
stirring you

4.)

whiplashed neck
from turning to stare across the room
warmth heats my face
skin prickles at hidden thoughts
heart drubs loudly
pupils dilate like black discs
brain races with memories
stiffening appendages
impetuous kisses, lascivious exchanges...
watching you
makes me wet

5.)

i rage inside sometimes...
'the beast that is thrust upon us'
you say,
while i know
to have you for a little while
is better than never;
to touch you for a moment
is better than none;
to glance into your brown eyes
is better than sightless-ness;
to feel you inside
is better than emptiness;
this beast -
this beast is your beast,
not mine.
my beast is simple...
wanting you,
my beast rages quietly,
feverishly,
longingly
yet
satiated
merely at the knowledge
that you are present
somewhere in the world
and always in the heart

6.)

i love the way you look...
i love the way you look
at me.
i see reflected in brown
possibilities
and dreams
and wishes
and wants.
i see a worn caring brow
i want to caress
and wipe away any fears
or worries.
i see a mobile mouth,
smiling,
and lips to lick and kiss-
to stroke with my fingers
and tongue.
i see long elegant fingers,
i want to touch me,
to stroke me
and move me
like the guitar strings
you play so sweetly.
i see a chest
i want to lay my head upon
and strum lightly
but with savage indulgence.
i see muscular arms and legs
i want to entwine myself in
forever.
i love the way you look.....