POETRY by DUSTYBEAR - PG 2 - 'INTERLUDE'

BEFORE YOU READ THIS ONE...

A primer...

AS you read,
I hope you note the gender neutrality of the sentiment. 
As it relates to the READER.

The reader can be of either gender and relate to the impact of the feelings expressed.

THIS IS ROMANCE/
SENSUAL, 
NOT SEXUAL.

POETRY IN MOTION, 
NOT SEXUAL EMOTION

It starts and builds...if you note, 
BUILDING on the 
FIRE WITHIN THE HEART,

NOT the organs. 
THE SOARING OF THE SPIRIT 
& THE SOUL...

The GENES, NOT THE JEANS. 
IRREGARDLESS of the mere words, 
it is the HEART that is speaking...

And as I wrote this I was moved...
INSIDE...

The words in PROSE, becoming poetic in their 
intense framing. I hope you will grasp that the intent is to convey desire as passion, not lust. 
There is a huge difference.

Ok, read on...
and be prepared to feel your heart sweat. 

It's called River of FIRE for a reason.

Yet there is a gentle undulating feeling as well.

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INTERLUDE -

DANCE...ON A RIVER OF FIRE

By Dustybear

SOMEWHERE IN TIME AND SPACE...

It's night. The room is dark...

The only visible light in here is coming from 

a few candles and a couple of lamps on low...

Incredibly peaceful...and so quiet.

It's a nice time. I'm standing by one of 
the massive windows in the great room...
just...

Looking out at the night.

There seem to be only a few bright lights off 

in the distance...
and the moon-lit almost star-less sky 
reigns high.

I can't hear anything. 
Not a sound, 
 except for occasionally the lapping of 
the water against the banks of the river 
which lies in front of and below this house...

(which sits up on a bluff almost majestically like a rather striking and imperious queen looking out over her dominion and feeling pleased).

I feel absolute serenity.

I love the wonderful feeling of solitude 

this house and setting inspires. Yes, 
it's very close and yet seemingly so far from the hustle and bustle of life...and people...
and lives being lived noisily 

not that far from where I stand.

I've gotta hand it to me. 
THIS was a really good thing to do. 
Building this place physically so near 
and yet aesthetically so far from civilization.

I'm almost mesmerized by the scene before me...

and the complete absence of disquiet 
all around me, and...

Suddenly, I sense a change in the room...
and I don't have to wonder whom is beginning 
to invade my peace.

Long before I feel the warm soft skin 
of your finger beginning to trace I love you 
on the back of my neck, I sense it...
and I sense your emotion. And your desire, 
so familiar...and SO welcoming...
and SO much I need it...and you. 
This is the kind of home invasion I never mind.

You don't say a word as you move against me. Nothing. Not a sound. But then you don't have to. For your presence and your intensity are 
more than obvious in the way you move 
and seem to flow like 
the currents of the river outside.

You can't hide what you feel 
and I would never want you to. 
 In truth, it's what I live for and it's 

what keeps me...sane.

Your slow and even almost 
hypnotic movements from head to toe 
are slow...and gentle...

and comforting/exciting/entrancing.

You are pressed tightly now 
 and how I love the FEEL of you. 
The slightly yet persistent rising passion 
against the home you have created for yourself presses...and thrills.

As I knew you would, the very end of 
the tip of your tongue begins to caress 
the back of my neck and I begin to sway 
and almost crumple under the passion...
in a fashion that says I am ALL YOURS, boy.

Our conjoined joy is inescapably obvious 
and there is a harmony to it 
that is breathtaking. 

Your arms have encircled me 
and now your fingers start to inscribe 
their sensuality against my tummy,
and my chest, and finally up to my chin...

And I begin to moan inside.

I can't hide what I feel...

as you begin to take complete control

Of my ENTIRE being.

'Dance with me', I whisper in your ear...

And as we have done SO many times before 

we begin to move...in time...
virtually in rhyme 

 and as our feet begin to glide, 
with the soft intense passion 
you no longer can hide becoming 
more and more obvious, what you feel...
and I feel myself 

begin to reel...
and the music that comes 
only from within...takes its place...
in this space...

as I once more whisper...

DANCE WITH ME...BOY!!!

Please. Please.

Dance with me.

I softly to myself begin to beg...

Keep me in your embrace 
 and let the world outside disappear...

To go away and stay 
where it can no longer 

interrupt this interlude...

TOUCH ME DUDE...

I love you so...

And your joy and mine...

Find a spot...
where the temperature gets so hot

As you dance and take me where I 
sooooo much want to go.

Oh GOD. I love you and the way it feels 

when you hold me tight 
and we become part of the night 
and the scene outside, 
and the tide and currents of rising emotions...
like oceans at their frenzied peak 
and which no longer need to sneak...

Around.

They RULE as you dance with me.

Your touch that I love so much.

Your soft gentle whispering fingers

And the love that lingers...

And sets me

On a path to fire, 
as if on a blazing river pyre...

You take me higher and higher

As you dance with me.

I only see YOU...and it's true...
YOU...

are all I need now and all I want is 
for you to dance with me.

FOREVER

I'm really not that clever 
 and the words don't want to come, 
and as your loving fingers strum 

the strings of my heart...

And we start to move higher 
than we have ever gone before, 
and as the waters of the river lap 
against the shore and YOU lay 
against my back...
and I am about to land smack 
in the middle

Of ecstasy...

I can only whisper in your ear...

DANCE WITH ME BOY

OH PLEASE DON'T EVER STOP...

I am short of breath 
and my entire body feels as if

It is on FIRE...

How can we keep going HIGHER...

as our bodies roll and pitch and toss...

Across the endless oceans of time. 

I long for you to climb aboard my ship

As you rip my hesitations...and how.

We are ONE NATION now. 
My fate is sealed. 

My wounds all healed.

I cry...

TOUCH me dude..

And why I would ever want you to stop,

I could not.

Hot...in here..

Moist and hot and you hit the spot 
and I cannot want you to ever stop...

Just DANCE WITH ME.

Forever...in this room

In this beautiful night

When the moon is full and so am I 

with joyous love for you boy...

Dance with me...

While our hearts sing a song 
that only the two of us can hear...

And I fear NOTHING as long as you linger, 
and...

Your one finger moves up under my chin...

your tongue begins to press against 
my now parting lips and I know the tips 
of my toes have just curled...

At the touch.

I am beginning to be...HURLED...

Across the sky.

The madness of unbridled love, 
almost insane in its intensity 
begins to laugh inside me as I feel you 
 entering my realm.

MAN THE HELM matey...
as I go over the rail...

In a hail of what might sound to some 
like gunfire...but is really only the shots 
fired from an exploding heart.

DANCE WITH ME...

& I will chance ecstasy

With you...

As we complete an interlude 
I never want to end...

And all I want is for you to...

DANCE WITH ME...

Db

COPYRIGHT 2012 by Dustybear

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

(except those that got incinerated by the passion)