Just one night.

The impression
of you on my
bed sheets.

The aggression
of you on my
skin.

The possession
of you on my
soft lips.

The confession
of you as my
sin.

Just one night.

.j.

Favorite Place

My favorite place,

Is no place at all

it's a near inaudible whisper

a guttural groan

a silent kiss

your caressing finger tips

your parted lips

your beautiful face

This is not a place

It is something ethereal

And can not be named

It is something surreal

Transcends physical touch

And worldly appeal

and it brings

 me 

to 

my

fucking 

knees

.j.