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