Yearning

Yearning
Sleepless nights and
restless days; oh soul
what do you seek??

Your other half
that walks afar
or is he hidden,
nearby?

Does he wander in
dreams at night
searching for me too?

Dreams bring us closer
and guide us to
the path of souls renewed
v My soul, so filled with passion,
spilling over into each verse
that I pen

Longing for that one
whose face lights up
when I walk in the
room, simply because
he knows I am his
and his alone

I long for kisses so slow
and sensual that they erupt
into passion and fire so strong
that clothes are removed
with a frenzy

I yearn for his body’s weight
on mine as I feel him slip
inside and that “oh yes” moment
takes over; satisfaction that
can only come from lover’s,
body and soul

A melding that shakes you
to the core and leaves
you breathless and spent,
yet longing for more…

Lynn West
© 2014

Second Chance

Second Chance
He said he was so sorry,
but he really wasn’t sure
what he’d done

He didn’t remember all the
phone calls, all those words,
that Devil of the Sun

I thought about it for
a while, his plea for
a second chance

My heart felt this was a
good man and so we
started our “dance”

And when our lips touched
for the very first time and
his eyes met mine

I knew he was giving me
the chance to be happy
and to shine

And so this chapter has begun
with the Devil of the Sun

Whose to say where it will
lead with a MoonAngel
as his “one”

Lynn West
© 2014

Mirroring Happy

Mirroring Happy
It's what you’re
doing to your body;
it’s what you’re
feeding your soul,
that’s making you feel
hopeless and full of woe

Make up your mind
to practice what
you preach,
reach deep inside
and let the inner soul
teach

Reflect on the knowing
that's always been there
push it to the surface
do it, if you dare

Remember the times
when you did
not back down,
make yourself smile
even when all you
want to do is frown

Mirror your steps to be
careful and true,
remember to love
everyone, especially you

It's from within
that you will grow
and this, yes this truth,
you already know…
Lynn West
© 2014

You

You
Now and again I
find myself drawn
back to the day
when I first
laid eyes on you

You stood with
the confidence
of a king, yet
the twinkle
in your eyes
told me I
would have
more than I
bargained
for if I
played with
the fire I
was beholding

But drawn
like a bear
to honey,
I could not
stay away

It was an
unseen force,
pulling me
ever closer
to a time
when I had
to know you
in the way a woman and
man were
meant to
know each
other

With primal
need, yet
tender force,
you took me
as soon as I
opened the door

Never in my
wildest dreams
had I expected
such release of
lust and desire,
I knew not of
it’s existence

Longing turned
to need and
drove us both
onward, me
crying out in
moans of pure
pleasure as your body’s sweat
dripped like
raindrops
onto my breasts

Your hands held
my hips as you
moved in the
rhythm of the night
over and over
again I soared
through ecstasy’s
sky, burning as
brightly as
a falling star

And when your
body became
rigid, you let
go and completely
gave yourself
to me, in that
very second, I
knew what
“joining” was,
at last

Lynn West
© 2014

The Sandbar

The Sandbar
The air is cool
and the fire
crackles gently
in the night
as we sit, side
by side

No words are needed
at the moment, for
we are basking in the
glory of such a starry
night

Moments tick by and
your hand moves to
the small of my back,
gently rubbing all
my cares away

Leaning down, you kiss
my lips, whisper soft and
I wonder if the kiss was
real or imagined

But when I look into
your eyes, I see the
love that I have
yearned for
and doubt fades
to awareness

I want this night
to last forever, just
you and me and
the sky above

Our first night
on the sandbar,
the water lapping
a mesmerizing tune,
our destiny
defined

Lynn West
© 2014

My Conscious

My Conscious

My conscious is calling
me again, shall I listen
to him this time?

Would it be in my best
interest to follow my
conscious when he
beckons?

At times I think
more clearly than
my conscious will
allow and other times,
I let him completely
take hold, all free will
out the window, as he
guides me down a
path of soft green
grass where the
meadow meets the
stream and the mountain’s
shadow is cast by
the summer sun

On those days, in
those moments, when
I allow all awareness
of “what if” to escape
and let my conscious
truly be my guide,
I am at my happiest

Walking beside the
cool running stream,
I dip a toe in to see
how the water feels
and find myself knee
deep, splashing about
like a child whist he sits
on the bank watching me…

My conscious, I do love
it when he comes to call…

Lynn West
© 2014

The Animal Lover

The Animal Lover

I enjoy the sound
of your voice, I
find it calming,
yet sexy, too
and I really do
adore the “animal
lover” in you

Your touch is
so rewarding,
tender, strong
and true and
I like looking
into those eyes,
green or are they
blue?

Your kisses
light a fire
deep inside
of me and
I look forward
to seeing if
there will be
a “we”

But either way
the story goes,
one thing is for
sure, you're
a true southern
gentleman, with
a heart that’s
good and pure

Lynn West
© 2014

Cruising the Coast

Cruising the Coast

Cars cruising, taking us back
as Elvis croons
on the radio

Chrome shining,
fins all the rage
and the rat rods
give flat black
a new place
in society

Muscle cars
rumbling
down the beach
road as the
smell of the sea
hits my nose

Burning rubber,
tires squealing
there goes another
‘57

I’ll sleep like a babe
tonight, with visions
of the classics
in my dreams

Lynn West
© 2014

To the Core

To the Core

Kiss me there,
now here again,
as the night
bathes us in
moonlight,
lightning
off in the distance
as the thunder
matches time
with our heartbeats

Take another look,
deep into my eyes
and see what I
“feel” when your
body covers mine

Passion newly
rising as we
find ourselves
once again
feeling the
need to be
closer than
the moment
before

Over and over
our bodies
join, touching,
moving, melding
into one, where
one could not
tell where the
other began,
flesh on flesh
sweat laden,
taking each other
to the very core
of ecstasy
and intent

Blazing off into
the land of
contentment,
I rest my head
on your chest,
spent…

Lynn West
© 2014

I Still Dream

I Still Dream
To waken in the middle
of a full moon’s night,
watching his slumber
as he hold’s me tight

Turning toward him,
I feel so blessed,
this man who loves,
cares for my happiness

I close my eyes and think
of all the ways
he shows me he cares
each and every day

Little notes found here
here and there
opening the car door,
holding my chair

His mother raised a
gentleman, a good
hearted soul
who found me
and loves me,
that’s more precious
than gold…

I know you are out there,
I still dream of you
and know you will
love me truer than true

Lynn West
© 2014

Eight Miles and a Million

Eight Miles and a Million
He's only eight miles
away, but it may as
well be a million

He's a busy man’s man
who wants me to believe
that I have a place in
his life

Yet when I see my mirror’s
reflection and am honest
with myself, I see that nothing
could be further from
the truth, for if you can't
make an hour a week
for someone, how can you
ever build a foundation
that will survive a lifetime?

The kind gestures
make me smile and
know that deep inside
this whirlwind who
never stops is a man
worthy of my love,
yet I am finding
communication
becoming almost
nonexistent and the
patience I pride myself
in wearing as thin
as ice as another
day turns into a week,
a month, six weeks..

I don't lose hope
easily and am sometimes
stubborn (and even loyal)
to a fault when I believe
that something great can
emerge, but reality is
knocking at my door
and eventually I must answer

Eight miles might
as well be a million,
if two people
never touch...

Lynn West (C) 2014

Shadow Wolf Love

Shadow Wolf Love
He climbed onto the jutting rock
And heard the Wolf inside

The world around seemed surreal,
Thoughts of her would not subside

Minutes became hours as he
Held her close, this creature of the night
-did he fear she'd take wings in fright?

She held steadfast, for she'd dreamt of him
And knew he did exist
A pull of nature, from long ago,
Neither chose to resist...

Lynn West
(c) 2014
for Shadow Wolf

Photo by http://shadow-wolf.deviantart.com/art/Tiny-Lights-321969877 Namrais - with full credit given for this wonderful work of art.

Your Choice

Your Choice

Wrapped in a cocoon of
mixed feelings, frustration
and what ifs, my soul aches
for closure, renewal
or some semblance
thereof

Caring for one who’s heart
is incapable of returning
emotion is like spinning
through space, not
knowing if you will land
or endlessly orbit

The heart does not always
choose as wisely as the
mind would have us do

It is amazing how one can make
you feel so good and so bad
all in the same moment

Wise up, chin up, toughen up,
grow up, back up, double up,
take the bull by the horns;
anyway you chose to say it,
the choice to be hurt or to heal
is in your own hands…

Lynn West
© 2014

Your Father's Daughter

Your Father's Daughter

Draw your energy
from the Sun and
harness the Moon
when the day is done

Know your worth and
accept life’s call,
you’re your Father’s
daughter, after all

So believe in what
you know to be
good and true, no
matter what they
say about you

Back up and double up
and take it head on,
for that’s when your
spirit is truly shone

For my Dad, Sam West
I miss you, Mayor
Lynn West
© 2014

Wishes

Wishes
Know me now,
my taste,
my touch,
the softness
of my kiss

Hold me tight
as lovers do,
without speaking
a single word

Feel my body
respond to you
as my breath
quickens

Bring me to the
brink of ecstasy
on waves of passion
surrendered

I will find joy
in a contended smile
and the slowing of
your breathing

Watch my face in
afterglow and
snuggle closer still

Lynn West
(c) 2013

The Farm

The Farm

He took my hand,
not one word spoke,
as we sat in awe of
the view

My neck he began
to gently stroke
as I watched the
sky so blue

Ever in wonder of
nature’s glory, we
basked in simple joys,
of birds in flight and
old twisted trees,
leaves rustling, the only
noise

My first time there,
at Serenity,
was only in my mind,
yet I know that day
will come to pass,
with the one so
compassionate and kind

Smiles are easy
when I’m with him,
kisses, we are
taking very slow,
but after all,
it’s not a race
just a better
way to grow

Lynn West
© 2014