Salt air wraps around my waist

And I let it

Warm breeze mingles with my hair

And I let it

Haleiwa sand fills my shoes

And I let it

Cold kona coffee greets my lips

And I let it

Fresh tangy pineapple grazes my tongue

And I let it

Ahi poke melts in my mouth

And I let it

City lights and countryside make me forget my troubles

And I let them

It's knowing every terrible secret,

How we got our scars

If you hurt, I hurt.

Speaking without words.

Hands clasped, eyes locked.

Our bodies together is magic.

In your arms, there is acceptance.

Forgiveness in your kiss.

Hope in your words.

Redemption in your touch.

Belief in your love.

Lust is red.

As red as iron before it is struck,

lace underwear before it is dropped

and a Valentines day heart before it is broken.

Lust is like waves crashing on rocks

uncontrollable

powerful

and seemingly supernatural.

It is a connection between two people,

whether it's one night

or a lifetime,

that brings them crashing together

with enough intensity to make it seem

gravitational.

Lust is true desire.

A longing of sorts for something almost indescribable. A scratch that you have to itch or it will drive you wild. Not love or anything substantial or philosophical as that. It is more primal and instinctive. It is almost stronger than free will. Wanting in a basic form that starts within and slowly eats it way out until it is on your skin, waiting to jump off and fly. 

Like moths to flames. 

Dash and dames simply can't refrain from desires. But, without priors, can be confused with love. Lust cusps your inner being. Drawing your senses to a height untraveled. Inside you slowly feel as if you want to unravel. A mystery with delight. Once solved you know you'll feel just right. Try to fight it. But, no one can hide it. Once unglued; lust calls you!

     She shivers on soft satin sheets, twisting and torquing; tantalizing torture. A breath billows and blows behind her ear. Sweet sweat slides sinfully slow, riding rising ridges. A riot rushes through her. Her heart, head heed a hardness, a heat, a pleasure pulsing and pounding. A pinch, playful pain. The pace rises, ramps, rages. Delving deep, dancing in the darkness, divulging desires she didn't know she needed. It's mounting, amassing. Moisture flowing free. Freedom. Clutching covers, she can't control the contortions.

     And she wouldn't want to.

And I am still able to feel your touch. It has been many hours since we parted... Half a day. By just thinking about your hands and what you do with them, I feel the stir. A tingling excitement and a closeness that brings me to tears, those butterflies, that stir, rises from somewhere deep. How you do that to me while I'm with you is a wonder. How you are doing this while I'm alone is more than that.

It must mean you are a part of me now. You are in my head. You are loved. You make me feel loved. We were as one for nearly 17 straight hours... Naked and barely leaving the bed. I could go on kissing you and laughing with you for all of my days.

How long must I wait until next time? I detest this part. Being away from you is something of a struggle. Thoughts of you make my heartbeat hasten and I become emotional. To be in your arms and able to breathe cannot come quickly enough.

You edge for me.

Your limbs reaching,

fingernails clawing.

I tease you slightly,

as my lips brush along,

along you.

Your eyes covered,

all you see is black, 

and now.

Now there is no turning back.

I watch you with a crooked smile,

and take you on a high mile ride,

twisting and turning,

biting and playing.

I teach you to be a pawn,

in a game of chess,

under the sheets,

where you will never rest.

I hear your pleasure filled moans,

while you scream for release,

little do you know,

I can make you release the beast.

So hold on tight.

You edging for me,

is all I need, 

your limbs reaching,

fingernails scratching.

We soil the sheets,

tossing and turning,

as I made you edge,

edge for me.

A need that needs fulfilling,

To fill and to be filled.

You want to hold them close,

And never let them go.

An all consuming desired

To take, and yet to give.

Pleasure to make you complete

And to complete yet another.

A feeling of safety,

But also to protect.

A pleasure that is soon to come,

That you can't wait.

Lust is all of this, and yet more.

You feel a twist in your stomach, one that won't wait patiently behind the distractions that fill your day. You knew the feeling before, but not like this. Now you're stuffing your face as if you'd lived your life without flavor until that moment. You don't care how carby, fatty, sweet or salty each bite is - you eat more than double what you should. And you're never done.