The Last Time

Can't remember

the last time I made love,

not the quick unarmored sex

gasping in a Friday night urgency,

tearing off clothes

with tiger-teeth and monkey-hands

no, making love:

like a gentle wash cycle

of lips on shoulder and nape,

simple looks of consenting thirst,

gorgeous shape of muscles

sifting into one another

glued in a slow, deliberate,

delicious dance

no conspiracy

no ulterior motive

but to know each and every niche

the highways of his sweat and skin...

 

Can't recall the last time

but know who

and I know how,

still remember his heavy eyes

his searching hands between my legs

hot breath on my neck,

damn--how that made me melt:

his fingers playing on my sides,

dissolving into my august body

discovering sensitive spots,

remember his caucasian  smoothness

his auburn authority on my kiss

and we become Las Vegas

bright lights & heat waves

hunger no longer an ache or crutch

I can't remember

the last time I've touched,

when my heart felt

so much,

but I still can taste his fingers, his eyes...

 

oh how he made me melt...

Author's Note

Edited from original version found in myspace blog.

Reviews

[Butch Decatoria]

Happy Valentines 2015 --to everyone lover or not, love was needed to make you and this, here, the vivid now. Cheers.

[Collette]

Talk about melting! My god, the imagery has reduced me to a puddle. AMEN, my friend. The delicious contrast of sex and love...you've done an excellent job describing them. I know all too well what you are refering to when you say "tiger-teeth and monkey-hands", yet, I've never been able to describe it in the sense that you just have. Overall, this write is solid. The transitions are smooth, and the flow moves in an interesting pattern: quickly, then slowly, from the frantic realm of a one-night stand, to the slow tease of love making...Really, you've done a beautiful job! These lines were fantastic!

his auburn authority on my kiss
and we become Las Vegas
bright lights & heat waves
hunger no longer an ache or crutch
I can't remember
the last time I've touched,
when my heart felt
so much,
but I still can taste his fingers, his eyes...
oh how he made me melt...

The idea of becoming Las Vegas is too clever, and I can easily understand the image you are trying to express. :)
There isn't anything I would change about this poem. To take anything away from it would be making it a lesser piece. It's sultry, carnal, passionate, and TRUE. Your talent, and longing for this type of an encounter, shines through. Brava, my friend. BRAVA.