Mirage

Looking out across  the great divide Time slows as I see the mirage Coming slowly closer Shimmering light surrounds the image A man emerges lightening flashes His hand touches my face I am On fire feeling  energised alive.

Imperative Compunction

​Embraced so tight, cheeks ablush  Look in your eyes, words superfluous  Tingling touch, that tantalises Aching anticipation, fantasises Sinfully delicious, mad seduction Feels a natural construction.   Opening up my secret desires Heart strings plucked, lust conspires Panting passion, pleasure plea Yearning yields, guarantee  Melting core, trying to function Over whelmed, imperative compunction