Stay a little while longer, he would say Each breath closer to the nape of my neck Fingers move more in on the grounds before play Erogenous, the zones in which he dares to trek Come a little closer, he simply wishes Movements inching across broad horizons Suddenly, a captive to warm kisses Unable to move from what sleek cautions Relax a little more, he softly commands Detangling nerve muscle and tendons gripped in stress Rub softer and deeper in skilled mahogany hands Lift a shirt here, unbutton there...Monotonous undress. In eyes that saw me so beautifully and divinely clothed, His only desire to see another check mark disrobed. -b.r.rivera #30in30 Poem 21 of 30 A Shakespearean Sonnet.  Fixed form of 3 quatrains, 1 couplet with abab, cdcd, efef gg.

blades of green moisture hit the dew simultaneously enduring the tracked goodness of un-heeled shoes. i venture. taking each step more carefully than the next. the beaten path lays to the left, but i chose the right. this right. this right that has perfect patches of flowers moistened by last nights rain and suspended dragonflies dance in the secret shade of weeping willows. i am here. treading this new path. of unequaled beauty compared to me. i am so intrigued by the path that lies ahead of me i do not pay attention to what lies before me. i stumble. somehow the green pastures become murky waters and my feet are covered with not sweet earth but dirty soil and i am irritated by my dirty feet. but i continue. i continue to trek through what seems like quicksand, evaporating moisture to what could have been but does not become. because i am stuck. stuck between cobwebs and frivolous vines that block my path. i look in my pocket and find no compass, for i am los...