The Yawning Gulf of Love

Photo: jawcey

The roar of rain
and the long, rumbling tunnel
of a thunderclap wakes me.
But you are still sleeping.
An ocean of bed sheet
and the wall of states,
silk-thin and diamond-hard,
between the dreaming world,
and the waking one
divides us.

Thunderstorms always
make me horny.
I nestle my face in my pillow
and watch your profile,
aged marble in the watery light.
My nipples tighten,
a spider of want clambers up my spine
leaving a hollow ache between my thighs.
I don’t want your kisses or careful affection,
just your hard cock in my raw heat
and the raspy breath
of your desire on my neck.

But I love you too much
to wake you up.

  7 comments for “The Yawning Gulf of Love

  1. September 12, 2010 at 9:00 am

    Absolutely beautiful, and so evocative of how storms can strike those places in our bodies and our souls that only the gifts of nature can manage to reach.

  2. Deliriumtree
    September 12, 2010 at 9:00 am

    Wow, that end! I didn’t expect that. Very true to life though.

  3. September 12, 2010 at 9:07 am

    Now there’s an agonizing moment many of us have idled in, but I have never seen it captured so succinctly. I love how direct you are. Precise, incisive.

  4. City Different
    September 12, 2010 at 10:02 am

    Someone’s yearning for a lost moment when he wakes up and read this…

  5. September 12, 2010 at 5:52 pm

    RG, this is short, but very beautiful, thank you. 😛

    Warm hugs,


  6. Meme
    September 12, 2010 at 7:45 pm

    That was achingly delicious!

  7. September 12, 2010 at 11:43 pm

    It is quite remarkable how breaking the barrier between sleep and waking can be so taboo, even between the most intimate of couples. In a 20-year relationship, I can recall only one occasion of waking my Significant Other for lovemaking, and that was by prior arrangement. It just feels like some weird violation to wake your partner in the middle of the night, and you’ve captured that tension nicely.

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