Mere Seduction That Night

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It was one of those nights

We were ready to feast on each other sinfully, without regrets

Closing the door behind us, he looked at me with passion, a burning passion

And the slightest touch of our hands and our bodies became intimacy

A racing heart, increasing temperature, hungry, and needy

I watched the way he turned towards me with a glance that would entice

Grabbing a hold of my waist from behind with a slow-grind 

The moon’s gaze sneaked too many peeks upon this love affair

Without words, he guided me to the next room, unclothed his goddess

and I watched in admiration the unclothing of this most heavenly being

the night smelled of seduction and fiery passion

we became engulfed in the joining, the meeting of two hearts, two bodies

the darkness swallowed us whole without respite

this Gringo, this lover of Mexican-culture, whispered words of love, of passion, en espanol

“Te Amo, mi morenita!”

his words reaped of desire, unadulterated passion

where did he learn this foreplay?

what goddess invited him to worship love in this way? 

“te quiero”

and my body shook in want, in need of this gift-offering

he had come to my temple to worship

and I giggled in ecstasy

in madness, in anger, in uncontrollable anger

why did I not feel guilty in this?

should not the feeling of intense pleasure satisfy me

I was hungry, frustrated, in need of this

of him

of what he wanted to offer

I Still Remember

He was deliciously simple and delicate
Dangerous and ravenous, the way he loved tenderly
The risk he took in loving me
Clutching me in the arms of his romance
Stroking me earnestly through words of sincerity
Dying in his presence/resurrecting myself in his moments of laughter
He is the glue piecing together the broken parts of me
The erotic part of me that yearns for intimacy
his conversations seduces/ the way his hands settles in between mine’s
and although we’ve traveled away from each other/ I remember the way his smile lights up the darkness
I can remember the secrets in the midst of our alone-ness in our together-ness

In the words of Jennifer Lopez, “I luh ya papi”

Conversations to be Remembered

There is something magical about us
the way we create galaxies with words
ideas exploding fantastically into existence
creating worlds unseen to none
Me, you, gravitating towards each other, dangerously
like bees and honey
our conversations is intimacy
me undressing you, you undressing me
vulnerable and naked
terribly enticing
so many times I have died, self-annihilated, resurrected on the daily in our intimate conversations
and I stand, on edge, on the edge of my soul
offering up litanies, my prayers in the form of the tears I shed internally
have a person ever touched you right there?
Caressing your heart with open-hands, love unrehearsed, pure and undiluted
Embracing you fully without regrets, never loving you in just parts or pieces
I have.
the moment we started to engage in these intimate conversations
tangling ourselves into each other’s lives
where ‘yes’ or ‘no’ is never a simple answer to our many unanswered questions
you fired the wick in my soul, set it aflame and ignited me
there is something magical
maybe fantastical about you
the way love hides itself in the burial ground of your words
and sometimes the pain
your pain, my pain
wraps itself tightly,coiled around our hearts
imprisoning us from a full spiritual-awakening
i wish we could break down this wall called suffering and love without barriers/without boundaries/without questions
and maybe, just maybe, we can find the Divine in all of this
maybe your world, maybe my world will never make sense together
to what others may say, to what others may think
but damn it, it makes sense to us
and it makes sense right now
for the future is out of our hands
and yesterday is forever gone
and now is all we have to cling onto
so grab my hand and lets run
lets race towards the door of love
and open it
fling it open wide and go through it
because our words, our conversations
are powerful, addictive, enticing
forever dynamic, never stagnant
like us

That Kind of Love

The poem is really repetitive, but if you hold out I think it says a lot about love. Maybe it’s romantic, but maybe not. Allahu alim.

That Kind of Love
We all want that kind of love we see in movies
We all want that kind of love we read about in books
However, do we know what that kind of love is
Let me tell you about that kind of love
That kind of love that doesn’t need introduction
That kind of love that will drag you from your darkness
That kind of love that will have you drenched in euphoria
That kind of love that will strip you from all lust and anger
That kind of love that will comfort you in times of sorrow
That kind of love that will never run dry
That kind of love that will always keep you satisfied and fulfilled
That kind of love that can’t be falsified in times of intimacy
That kind of love that will have you gasping for air
That kind of love that will never leave you nostalgic for yesterdays
That kind of love that will leave all pain at bay
That kind of love that will have you floating on cloud nine
That kind of love that will have your adrenaline rushing
That kind of love that will come at you slowly like a sunset
That kind of love that will cover you in ecstasy
That kind of love that will have your soul jealous
That kind of love that will leave you motionless and breathless
That kind of love that will have you singing sweet melodies in your sleep
That kind of love that will leave your heart content
That kind of love that will leave you begging for more
That kind of love that will have you crying tears of passion
That kind of love that will make you tremble and shake
That kind of love that will bring you to your full potential
That kind of love that will bring out the human in you
That kind of love that will have no barrier
That kind of love that will feed you a good meal to send you on your happy way
That kind of love that will never leave you starving
That kind of love that will massage your heart back to life
That kind of love that can’t be said with “I love you”
That kind of love that can’t be bought at your local store
That kind of love that can’t be spoken but experienced