(His POV)

I thoroughly enjoyed our conversation last night

it’s just heaven hearing your sweet voice

like soothing love songs sung to my very soul

and saying goodbye is never ever my real choice

But my evening with you, my love, did not end there

some sexy things you said stayed with me still

you were in my thoughts, my prayers, and then beyond

’til dreams set in and claimed their own free will

This morn I rushed, pen and paper over coffee

wrote one down while fresh in my head

so darling, here is what happened in a dream after talking

not long after my weary body hit the bed

I was floating, looking down as my body stilled

exhausted from the day, needing a minute or two of rest

fell asleep hard, losing track of thoughts and wonders

before I could get back up to get undressed

Next thing I realized, my pants began to unzip

the buttons of my shirt suddenly no longer worked

soon I felt what I knew to be a pair of soft lips

exploring me uncontested, though my body jerked

A magic tongue waved and all my clothing disappeared

the surprise made my sleeping eyes fly open wide

just in time to witness my manhood vanishing as well

and I must say, this time it felt really good to hide

Some time had passed as I lay in sweet surrender

by then I grew dizzy, vision somewhat impaired

when my focus cleared I saw your eyes smile up to mine

while licking excesses from my numb thighs...I just stared

Then you spoke my name all sexy, your lips aglaze

the nerve of you; asking if I wanted you to stop

“Hell no!” I said at first, but after a moderate while

“Okay baby, now I need you on top”

Unexpectedly, you told me, “No, tonight’s all yours”

so kind, wanting me to “lay still, relax, enjoy”

but what I needed now was to simply be inside you

and so I asked for it in a way that wasn’t coy

You slid unto me slowly, guiding me in by hand

cupping your breasts, then urging you down for a kiss

loving the feel of your nipples grazing my hairy chest

and I remember wishing forever stays just like this

We rocked at the hip in unison, eye-to-eye

slow at first while love made its presence known

but love allows room to play and things turned animalistic

we were King and Queen on some erotic underground thrown

When I awoke my pants were lowered, hand owning residue

I could swear I still tasted myself on my tongue

and then a voice softly questioned, "Was this really a dream...

Why not call her back tonight, soothing songs re-sung”

(Her POV)

"I’ve never known anyone

quite as sweet,” you say,

but there’s another side with you

and it goes this way...

I hang up the phone

after our final good-bye

I undress, lay alone

and let out a sigh

Thoughts take to flight

and soon you are here

the evening’s best moments

becoming crystal clear

My own hands wander

as I close my eyes

it’s your touch I feel

now hearing your sighs

Fighting these yearnings

makes no sense at all

this power consumes me

and I welcome the fall

Still I push in resistance

as your mouth hits the spot

but my thighs lock in protest

needing all that you've got

You are equally untamed

no denying it’s true

got me begging for motion

"Baby, do what you do"

My wings spread wider

as wide as my heart

you’re in ecstasy’s prison now

and it's only the start

Imagining your flavor,

I touch my own lips

my wild-natured fingers

urging uncontrollable hips

I know you can feel it

while temperatures rise

I know you'll believe it

when you look in my eyes

I try to go slow

as to savor the dreams

but my mind feels you in me

and my body just screams

Soon, there's a throbbing

and I can’t stop the shake

clutching tightly, the pillow

in this love that we make

Your eruption soon follows

I hang on for the ride

catching our breath isn't easy

'til this passion subsides

So sensitive all over now

to your touch and voice

you’re not done placing kisses

I collapse with no choice

Soon I think to myself

Is he feeling me too,

when he hangs up does he touch...

Baby, do what you do

I re-fluff my pillow

and I grin for I know

this is no meaningless dream

this is how love will go

You're so beautifully cool, you make a simple man want to apologize for mistake he hasn't even committed.

An amazing man, to want to spend his life in your shadow.

A great man, to want to be better, just so you'd notice his smile.

You're so beautifully cool, you conquer the weak with a wink, the strong with a song and the world, well they're just waiting on your marching orders.

You're so beautifully cool, because you just think you're normal.

William Henry Mills JR

6-20-2016

Pick a pen, with a little jotter

Read and learn, the worlds disorder

Off, to think, create, maneuver

Spread your ink, debate, whatever!

Edit and publish, relate, discover.

I look

At your tear-stained face

Your mouth, spouting those horrible 

Words

Comments

Insults

Meant to hurt me

Break my bones

And yet

You know not what I now know

You haven't yet realized 

I know

I know everything

All the others in our bed

You, keeping them company

You, who I thought was my everything

Now, in my pain

You are still my everything

I've come to find, though

That I was never yours.

Oh there you are, my tall, lovely one.

Long green arms pointed toward the sun.

Your ethereal air resonates

Enticing others to emulate.

You quietly blend with the green grass,

While urgently searching for your lass.

Here I am, oh devoted prayor,

Hoping to catch your blessed favor.

I see us detecting, as we roam,

Worlds of undergrowth and loam.

Joined, we’ll jump from ivy to heather,

Magically melding hearts together.

"For the sake of sparking a conversation, allow me to speak of love. Love is many things, and it is such a diverse and unfathomably complex topic. In fact, it is so complex that its complexity simplifies the complex. As a child I spent most of my lonely nights not whispering confessions to the stars as I do now, but thinking about the afterlife. Frankly, I am not certain what terrified me most; the possibility that death is the permanent cessation of a person's consciousness, or the possibility that there is a heaven and hell. If the first answer is correct, then this life must be meaningless since when we die we return to the same place we were before being born, right? If the second answer is correct, then am I worthy of joining this so-called heaven everyone is extremely anxious to join? Am I damned to burn for all of eternity only because I use my brain to do what it was given to me for? I was the kind of kid who grew up asking why and never accepted anything as truth unless I dug deeper. Believing every word inside a book written by man without questioning--without searching within me to see if its truths align with mine--conflicts with my curious nature. I have always thought for myself. Once I reached high school, I was stressed by the fact that my future is uncertain, and that it might very well be a bleak one if I refuse to switch lanes. A select few understand that as a poet, living recklessly is not only necessary for my art, but it is all I know. Once I found true love--the kind that blooms in pitch-dark rooms--everything seemed to melt away. As healthy or unhealthy as this mentality may be, I felt and strongly feel that love can save me from life, death, and everything in between. Can it really do so? Probably not, but a deceitful illusion covered in fine honey is undoubtedly better than a cruel reality reeking of ignorance, hate, and division. The meaning of life is to give life meaning, and to live and die for love is the meaning I have decided to give it."

I am terribly afraid of dying alone

And unloved. Never finding that

Someone who when together

We are one whole.

I see the ages creeping up on me,

My beauty fades

The light still shines within

Yes. Alone and unloved

I shall be.

I speak with my soul in my tone.

It caresses your face and makes

You want to take me home.

With every flutter of my lashes

My lips curve with the promise of kisses.

Voice so sweet

You'd believe I'm purring

Every time I speak.

Curses fly so quick from my tongue,

Smoother than the rawest Molassas.

You'd call me a sailor,

Only sailors don't wear glasses.