eXceed eXpectation X

I didn't expect an embrace.
Faces close and moonlit through
Cheap blinds.
Suffering from streetlights, urban clutch
Your roll toward me with shy confidence,
Formed from previous intoxicated
Phone call when I wanted you and
Your lips.
Grasp my shoulder, my neck
Pull me closer where I feel your breath,
And want and strength.
Intelligent caress: surprise me with your
Warmth, intent
Lull me with your brief sigh as our lips
Meet but brush apart.
More tension than can be contained in
A kiss.
Drag your lips across mine once more
Lose control and press them and
Your body to mine.
Fade into your solvent of indecisive
Jerking advances.
We both want what we can have
And that is the problem.
Our lips meet again, searching, finding
Nothing more than themselves and
The other, and wanting the other
More than life.
Sex through breath, and intercourse
In the movement of our clothed
Hips, while our lips meld and wane.
I want so much that so little is too
Much.
Convulse back to passionate press
Of mouths to satisfy a small part
Of the bottomless pool begun by
Your kiss.
Nov. 27, 2001