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.

Your kiss made me experience advanced linguistics. Crossed the line and enticed the spiritual reminisce in the swirl of the tongue, delight of a dance, moment of endangerment. I recite unknown adjectives and strange dialect Secret musings and told reverence. and I dare you. Dare you to re-enter the atmosphere summoned by the gods between a vibration of tongue and surrendered indulgence. Wave a white flag, lick my lips and set me free I am a prisoner to  your sensuality. I remember. Your oratory storytelling of electrical sparks pulsing veins re-charging nerves and tendons Where muscled neuropathy left feelings in the dark Wakening from the emotional comatose state Relying on time to tic toc our little dance on fate. I dare you to remember. Dare you to come into my world and brave the dusty soil Thirsty earth and shallow oceans. Be my cartographers dream walk through foothills and valleys unknown draw new lines in the regions of my th...

it started with a kiss. the magnetic brush of skin eclectic and euphoric magnetic folds of lips encompassed in shallow tongue swirling in the this and that of what annunciation  and mispronounced vowels stuttered from the aftershock of what just occurred. it started innocent. fresh and virgin white clinging to dewy rain and barefoot sensations of raw earth and untouched centers. what became more than  the silken cherry burst with intricate feelings reserved for magical lovers and the anonymity of superiority of what shared becomes re-lived in past memories re-told. it began sweet. the dulce of the leche goodness frothed over from bubbling temperatures rising to the core beads of sweat tickling the inner folds and untouched regions upon the nape of the neck crawling to the curvature of the spine enlongating the time where your finger caresses the newness of what what supposed to be clueless after-glowing of what i told him he gave me. but he did not. this ...