POETRY

HERE WITH YOU

I wake to hear the rain dancing upon the street eager for my ears to hear the gentle song of nature.
The warm bed that protects me as the strong arms of the blanket wrap around me holding my body warm as that of the loving mothers touch of her child.
The room still dark with the night shads pullded tight across the window of the sunlight with the hint of the coming light just there on the horizon of the curtain.
Again the world has started without me and I feel that there are so many things that have passed me by, but yet right here is where I want to be and that the world can hurry through its busy day for all I need is to be right here with you.


Nathan


(*) copyright©nathanscreations2001 MELTING SUGAR

In the sober silence of a calm and gentle sleep your thoughts are now
alive with a celebration of the warm sweet taste of a kiss.
So real is this touching dream your cheek can feel the soft embrace of his gentle
hand, drawing your wants to not only feel this wonderous sensation but
to allow your longing eyes to see the face of the one bringing such a
joy to your lips.
And as your eyes gently open to embrace this desire of feelings you now
realize that this dream, so real it seemed, was the soft caress of the velvet
petals of a long stemmed red rose backed only by the loving smile of
his face as he watches the reaction of the pleasures you feel.
The warm glow of light emitted by the long red candle there behind your
sight echoes in a dance of light and shadows across his bare chested body,
and the sparkle of diamonds pour from his eyes as you see the longing
desire of passionate love deep within them.
Your ears now hear the soft tones of old father time as he rings in the
midnight hour, and with a familiar tone he parts his moist lips and says
"I come to celebrate the new year of your life, and also to praise the
heavens for the day they allowed you to be born", and with that he leans
forward in a passionate kiss.
And as his hand slowly moves the strap of your colored lace, he whispers
in your ear "to make the exotic candy of love, you first have to melt sugar", as he
blows the candle out.



Nathan



DANCE OF HANDS

A moment so long in coming but seems that it would never come to me.
And with that knowing smile I ease my way to your bare skinned body
awaiting the feel of my warm skin to mesh with yours.
The light touch of your small hand across my body sends shivers through
me as the tingling dance of your finger tips trace every inch of my body,
finding every valley, curve, and bulge there is on me from head to toe.
But like any dance there are always two that move in unison to the
beat of the music.
And with only the harmony of two hearts deep in love and desire is all
we need to perform this dance of lust and love. The velvet rose petal texture
of your smooth skin under my rough over sized hands feels like that of a
new born child, making my movements of touch very gentle and soft, as not
only my eyes but my hads now know your sweet temptations of the flesh.
But now with my eyes closed, your image now can be seen in vivid detail
just with the sight of my finger tips.
And now looking down at your laying there in vulnerable wantingness,
reaching out to me, beckoning me to you.
Feeling the heat not only from me but your heated body too. With the soft
kiss of an angel's wings our lips meet, and in the midst of this showing of
passionate desire, that moment when two hearts become one in mind, body,
and soul.
And may this moment never end.


POOL OF LOVE
The sensation of swimming deep in warm moisture, diving deeper
and deeper not even wanting to come up for air.
Overwhelming fatigue rushes my body, but yet my mind won't let it stop
as the passionate sensations grow with each stroke of my body.
With a final rush of adrenaline I push my body harder and faster for I
can see and feel the end so near.
With hard long heated breaths my lungs fill with air needed for this
execution of the heart and soul.
My heart is pounding so hard that I fear that it will explode in my chest,
yet I go on.
And with that last winning stroke my eyes are blinded as though fireworks
go off as my body is washed by wave after wave of intense feelings of
heartfelt emotions.
Lying there in the warm feeling and moisture of our swim together, I
wish to never leave this pool of love.


Nathan




NATURE'S ARTWORK

With eager amazement I watch as each feather like puff of white slowly floats easily to the ground.
Their wondering destination unknown by my meager eyes, only to place themselves with fellow uninhibited flakes to add to all this collection of smooth silk blanket that holds this world within their grasp.
Watching as each one slowly enters the spotlight there before me to show their beauty, for each is unlike the other, and with that slow dance of their inividual grace they lightly touch the ground in a place only known to them to become that precise, smooth, errorless view of virgin snow that moves our hearts in the vision of nature's artwork.


Nathan
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