Copyright 2001 - M.D. Burke

Secret Passions She runs her fingers through her hair Until it becomes a wild cloud of tangles about her face An explosion of dark hair creating a faint halo Casting lacy shadows across her lips She walks past and wrenches my breath away A painful exhalation lasting forever She is wrapped in folds of fine dark silk Austere beauty with a splash of hazel in her eyes Her jasmine-scented essence elaborate and delicate Glancing lightly across my senses My mind is focused on her The rest of the world peripheral Disturbing yet distant Lost in obscure vestiges of reality I watch her step out into the light And blossom into dance Transforming into an exquisite sensual being Far and near Eyes deep in hypnotic rhythms Exhilarating and mesmerizing I love her more than winds can carry But we have never spoken She has never looked my way I close my eyes and my soul touches the nape of her neck Tasting the aroma of her skin with my fingertips She lifts her face and looks deep into my spirit-eyes Her lips meeting mine full Her soft tongue pushing deeply into my mouth Exploring and challenging My desire is lit with a flickering glow My tongue traveling down her body I kneel before her in rapt devotion She begins a soft chant Meaningless syllables getting louder and louder She gently guides my head to the places that please her most I listening to her breath grow slower and deeper And the room fades away I watch as her lover escorts her from the dance club My growing jealousies becoming a shadow with claws Shrinking against cold stone walls Wearing misgivings like an old comfortable cloak I am always the one left hungry Always the one left wanting Always the one ignored