There isn't a moment

 

There isn't a moment
that you don't crawl out upon my thoughts
laying naked to the inner thrill
the wanting need that only you fulfill
Seems to satisfy me unlike any other.

There isn't a time
that your image reflects here back upon mine
shrouds me in its memory and haunts
where ever the needs fill, daunts
Till over taken in the sweetness, I dream.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph

 

Games

 

Its how you play me
each tender word that draws me
how your pen enshrouds me
To those feelings deep and blue.

Its the games between us
the temptation's lure
that traps and holds me tight
To breath of you.

There are words longed to be said
softly spoken in the thunder of dreams
where you come to me, naked and free
To the consuming need that fills.

My mind, how well it has journeyed your form
aroused those breasts to perfect grace
and teased the sensitive sparks of want
That pour as liquid dew.

You have carried me away
where the scent of life beholds your form
and wills the want of every inch
Till beside me you lay, wanting, pleasing.

Our words carry the heaven's sweet balance
that draws humbly from wanting hearts
tender sighs, and wishful thoughts
To be, simply to feel and touch.

You sit there so far, far away from me
yet here you hold fast my desires
tease them to their full
And empty me to you.

Words here hold us
draw us together upon the night's sweet drift
to call you mine, To need you like no-other
And free myself deep within your tears.
We are, simply said the heaven's delight
spun upon the pages of time
here to dream and have our fill
Of each other, sublime.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph

Sun to Sky

 

I whisper
the soft dialect
that rattles upon the tongue
what glitters fast from the heart
flows deep within this mind
and caresses so my soul.

Little soft words
no poetry truly
can grasp nor refine in any way
that will ever come close to
expressing the subtle need for you
The desired want, passion.

I try
where words
allow deep my flow
to show the boundaries of heart
The love that here cannot be denied.
That is bound to you as the Sun to sky.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph

Sweet Aroma

 

There is more to be seen
so much that lays mysterious
that holds the sweet aroma of eternal bliss
and lays the depth of love open
like that bloom that's fragrant, free
The spirit of a woman.
It's not enough just to love her
A man must allow the flower true to grow
to stand triumphant to the breeze
allow her mind its equal share
and lay all upon her foundations
With the respect and honour she deserves.
What lays so profound
that awakens a mans eyes to see
that she is in all truth and weight
A goddess upon this Earth.
I dream of her, of nights embraced upon her
where the scent of passion captures fast the breath
and lays the soul to the eternal want.
This truth is all we have
that if we love them, then we love them but whole
Their mind, their hearts, their fragrant flesh
drawn to the meaning of loves true bliss
That a man can never be without them
that a soul will wander aimless this world
torn and dead like the empty silence of night
until Love awakens like a giant Sun arising
Till a mans horizons shine bright and pure
This is the love, the heart
And between the two grows the soul,
The world drifts sweet upon the song
and all holds fast to the perfected beauty
That only true love filters through to our eyes.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph