MARK'D DISCOURSE   He says.   You are too bold,   Too brash, too much.             Aggressive woman,   Who demands my touch.             You want me now   Make no mention of my worth     Aggressive woman,   Who holds me in her clutch.   She says.   You are too meek.   Too soft, too unsure.     Timid male   Who suppresses desire to the core     You are in need,   Too lost, so afraid.             Timid male,   Who's never experienced my kind of fire before.    They say.     I want you here     Up against the wall.       Listening to your cries,     Of passion just before you fall.   Yet he says,     You are too bold.  She replies,     Yes I am, for you.

AN INSTANT MARK'D BY TIME

 

I met him, and in that instant knew

That I wanted him.

And he wanted me too.

So I flirted.  Eventually learning his name.

Sexy male with a seductive man's frame.

Dark brown eyes of fire and need,

A smile which made me forget to breathe

We shook hands, our palms brushed then released.

An aching began inside me,

Where there once had reigned peace.

He hinted his intent.

But I boldly made known mine.

Feminine aggression spoke out my need

Masculine retreat only fired my greed.

His sensual movements as he walked across the floor.

No words were required, his movements told me more.

As deep within me a burning ache began

And wetness occurred as I fantasized about this man.

Hot wicked moments, rotations, and speed.

For in an instant so greatly had grown my need.

But when the time came that we were alone; we two.

Where I'd grown impatient

He explained that further patience would do

So I held my pent desires in check with some pain.

For I wanted this man to have me again and again.

Then he kissed me.

I gasped shocked by what I felt.

And the hard, needy urgency inside me began to melt. 

Just one sweet sigh, I knew

That here was a true lover,

In this fast paced world, where there are so few.

And I quickly looked up, with my furtive glance

For this man when he kisses, he kisses like romance.

 

And I who had initially been so coldly intent,

To lie with him naked, heated breaths and spent.

Recalculated my thoughts, and adjusted my mind

And yearned even more to have this man as mine

The banked fire in his eyes

And the sensual tilt of his smile

Had seduced me away from his eloquent style.

I'd seen only the passion, the sexual buzz and thrill.

And those deep brown eyes which mad my heart still

So completely intent had I been on the look,

I'd forgotten to take the time to open and read the book.

But he was smarter than I in this, and gave me a second chance.

Thank God.  For this man when he kisses, it is like sweet romance.

ERASURE MARK'D

 

And so it ended.

Not with a bang,

But with a sigh, drawn from deep within.

 

So it ended.

Not with cries of jubilation,

For both beings felt deep sorrow and regret.

 

Though still it ended.

Not out of hatred,

Nor a lack of caring, or desire, and most aching need.

 

But it ended.

Not at my urging, but a need to beg,

Him to stay, though I would never speak aloud those words.

 

Yet it ended.

And I let him walk away,

Leaving behind his Mark in my resealed heart.

 

For although it ended.

A friend had been made.

And of the two, lover and friend, I cherish the latter the most.