Like hurt beneath anger
You lie just beneath the surface
Under my skin
Heating my blood
Sparking my desires
Throwing me off balance
Confusing me
I want to drink you in
Memorize every inch of your body

Vivid memories of your smile

Distract me in my day

Visions of my hands on your flesh

Invade my sleep

Blurring the lines between reality and bliss

Dreaming or awake

I am always aching for you

Haunted by a desire that grows

Weed-like consuming everything in its path

Thoughts of anyone else eradicated

In passion filled fantasies that leave me

Ravaged by my hunger for you

Weakened by my need for you

Frightened by my love for you

Very much alive but still haunted

I had planned to take my time
To savor every sensation
To will myself into a hyper state of awareness
I wanted to remember every touch
Every taste
Every breath
Every beat of your heart

The door opens and all thoughts escape
Like the breath I held awaiting your arrival
The vision before me too much
Too powerful to feign nonchalance
My vision a blur of movement
As I touch you with my eyes
From every curl
To every curve
Waiting has never held such worth

In a wave of desire too strong to resist
You are in my arms
You are in my senses
You are in my blood
Every touch a warm shot of electricity
I am dizzy and unsteady under your pull
Torture has never been so deliciously sweet

7/18/08
 

You have awakened my dreams again
Blissfully ignorant of reality
Passion filled visions of you arouse my senses
I am helpless against your sway
Captivated by your presence
Lingering between gentle slumber
And supple thighs
Awake?
Asleep?
It matters not

Gentle kiss ignites the flame
Tongues dancing, dueling for control
Your lips are soft, moist and welcoming
Inviting me to explore further

Tension building
Sultry eyes glazed from hunger
I want you to beg
Could I make you beg?

You move against me
Into me
Around me
Above me
I move inside you
Savoring the slow deliberate caresses
Devouring every inch of flesh my tongue discovers
You have mastered the tease
Taunting me with retreating full lips
Baiting me with perfect breasts
Awake
I am definitely awake

Sweet ache of longing
Craving
Wanting
Desire pulsing through my body
Driving me
Enticing me
Compelling me forward
Urging me deeper
Salaciously moving to the erotic rhythm of your breathing
You rise to meet my curious tongue

I bathe in your pleasure
Bask in the sweet pain of your delight
As eager nails engrave my fiery flesh
Blindly tracing the curve of your hips
Abandoning all remaining self control
I am a prisoner to all you stir inside of me
And yet I have never felt so free

You passed by again
A shout out the window to the memory of me
Nostalgia filling your mind
Music and memories filling your heart
Too long has it been
Since I felt your strong arms
As I nestled my ear to your chest Your heart beating in perfect 4/4 time
Everything was perfect in our little world
Nothing has been perfect since
But my heart remembers dancing
My skin remembers the burn
My soul remembers soaring
My body still longs
After 9 years
How can the memory be so fresh

- For Root

She peels away protective layers of disesteem
Wistfully, replacing them, a gift for herself.
The crimson décor that shines at her feet
Reflects the smile her scowl has eroded in to
With spurts of attention adorned upon her by her own hand
Hope prevails

These pages
Plain white lined from top to bottom
Are bored
They have not been visited by pen often enough

No one has taken them on a journey
To some distant place the mind created
Or the heart remembered

They lie dormant in their bed
Between red and cardboard covers
Bound by silver wire
They can not escape

They wait patiently for someone
To give them new life
To free them from their ordinary
And meaningless existence

They can’t even be trees anymore

Andrea Gonzales 4/17/02

I wonder what my cat thinks
Laying on the wooden mantel
The porcelain lamp is the only sun she knows
She knows nothing of the world outside that she can’t see through the sliding glass doors
The only wind that blows through fine dreamcycle hair
Is what the kitchen fan manufactures
I supply her food
Stifling her wild instinct to stalk
So she stalks me
Laying low around the corner
Waiting for me to pass
My leg is her prey
Her entertainment is not the expensive kitty toys
Laying untouched in the other room
But the small sea of toilet water in her bathroom playground
She has a language only she speaks
Only I understand
                  My food bowl is empty
                                     Have you hugged your kitty today
I wonder if she ever questions why I call her Lucy
And how would I explain who Lucielle Ball was
And why would she care
She owns this place after all

Andrea D. Gonzales 1/29/02