another voyeur

open … I keep my eyes open to watch you as you kiss me to think on all that you are thinking all the carnal thoughts that might be stirring behind those lids our lashes so close … like little feathers that sweep your flesh cheeks blushing crimson with sexy thoughts … I imagine what you might be imagining … perhaps you wonder the same of me perhaps you wonder what I’M wondering maybe, like me, the possibilities of those thoughts stir deep within your core butterflies of the unknown erotic things that we might do fluttering fitfully in the depths of your abdomen - weakening your knees giving you that jelly-leg sensation of standing on a cliff edge taking your breath making you make that soulful, squeaky gasp that drives me mad … oh, what are the secrets that move there beneath your lids? are they yearnings, divine - the tickle of those places you want me to touch? the bumpy-skin anticipation of my fingertips, brushing? do you raise that gooseflesh as sensual glyphs for me to decipher with my hands? are you imagining all the wild, wondrous, wanton things we may do together? are you thinking of that nameless place we meet at and become one whenever our pleasure peaks at the same magical moment - where we are no longer You and I? are you thinking of my taste? or perhaps YOUR taste - when I share you with you, in a kiss? I wonder, are you living out some grand fantasy in your head? am I your prurient prince? your sad scoundrel? your dashing captain, home from the sea? am I your man of mystery? your Cyrano? your beast of debauchery? am I your Don Quixote? your hunchback? your archangel? your delicious demon? or perhaps, like me your thoughts are on our mouths alone - that tender, surging press of lips - our tongues, wrestling with each other running along the tops of smooth, white teeth like picket fences … our mouths opening, closing tasting, drinking sweetness and passion lost to lust in a swirling ballet … do you know? have I ever let on? are you aware that I watch you like this whenever we kiss? an intimate voyeur, stealing desirous glances that turn me to stone … oh, if you only knew how exquisitely beautiful you are at this distance … where lashes nearly touch if you only knew how much it turns me electric … if you could know all the sensually maniacal things that rush through my brain every time our lips are melting … for every instant watching you brings a hundred more such wonderings - ferocious fires lit by those sexy, feathery, diaphanous lashes … your rippling lids, eyes rocking with naughty ideas beneath … tinted with pink and baby blue shadow … eyeliner zipping them together like the seam on netted stockings … your flushed cheeks like plum blossoms … and a delicious, dainty nose to bridge that perfect gap … all within my gaze all in an instant - each and EVERY instant … that we kiss.