Glad cries and whispered desires
To long you have been missing
Blood rushes where fingers trail
Lifting up to meet and follow
Turning, offering more and all
“Will you give me this,” you ask
“I withhold nothing,”
Opening arms too long empty
Still a heart, I withhold that
“I have secrets,” you say
“Keep them, they are yours”
Touching you as supplicant
Testing for what is mine
What you do not reserve
Silken skin, scented of night
Sinking into desires and dreams
Darkness born for you
Shelter found unlooked for
In a tangle of arms and legs
Through awakenings promised
Yearnings met with abandonment
With no pledge for tomorrow
While hearts and breath slow to one
I have secrets too
11-November-2015
QBG_Tilted Tiara 
Wow …. another emotional roller coaster that you do so well.
Thanks Frank, I am glad some are finding these interesting.
“I withhold nothing,”
Beautiful. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Nothing, but my secrets and sometimes my heart.
❤
Thank you darlin', I am always so grateful you find something to love. This is especially true given who else you love.
Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
It is true that we all have secrets. On a practical matter, when someone is in the middle of loving intimacy, this is not a time to share secrets. Your poem is lovely and sensual. Thanks!!
Thank you. You are right, on the practical side it isn’t the time. Sometimes though, it is never the time.
We all do. Xxx
Yes, some more than others.
just beautiful & would make brilliant wall art
Thank you my lovely friend.