Finding A Voice - 6. Chapter 6

A Brother's Love

Brothers are sent from above.

To watch over their sisters with much love.

Mom and dad treated you like a princess.

But, tell me, who taught you how to dress?

I cried when you shed those tears.

I laughed at, and with, you through the years.

We've been by each other's side for so long.

Now, you have to be on your own, strong.

Remember the cactus, pool, and spider,

or the haircut, earthquakes, and disaster?

Pushing, taunting, biting, nails,

moving, yelling, and those tall tales?

Now young sister of mine, you have grown.

About to marry and a daughter of your own.

Don't let anyone dash your hopes and dreams.

I'll remember the freezer and the screams.

Brothers are around to be an example.

We make everything look so simple.

From school, to traveling, to love,

but I learned to teach you, my belove.

So with this I say to you,

I will always love you, times two.

For you, my sister, our bound never broken.

I give you this small token.

All I have is love to give.

It will be with you after I live.

It will never leave or disappear.

So, I'll say I love you, before I tear.

I Love You, my sister!

Sensually Embracing

Arms round a strong body

breath and hearts in unison

swaying in silence by the sea.

Waves, rolling, crashing.

Foam sizzling in the warm breeze

diamond stars, pearl moon

shine on us, the only ones.

Intoxicated off of love

closeness of us, comforting

exposing the most vital part.

Warm whispers blow upon it

flinching from the air flow

a resting head, erect neck

throbbing, pulsing, taunting, playing.

Tounge gliding over the skin

shivers traveling down.

Spine twitches like a tremor,

puffs come to cool the layers.

Heat still trying to escape

tingling between ear and collar

thorbbing, pulsing, taunting, playing.

Glancing in the entrancing eyes

unable to think for myself.

My mind is in his control.

Still conscience yet not,

a documentary director,

my eyes like cameras,

mouth on mute.

A spectator of this sport.

I view the next move,

double take of his face,

reveals my deepest need.

A gust, lick, lips, pressure!

I jerk towards the pain

then relax, blissful pleasure!

Deeper and deeper he descends,

like a greedy child

wanting more than allowed.

Knowing what is happening,

needing to make an utterance,

a moan, a scream, anything. Nothing!

Thorbbing, pulsing, taunting, playing.

Consuming to my breaking point,

he stops, easily, he lays me down,

"Since you gave my your gift,"

he kindly states, turning

laying, looking at him

silence speaking louder than me,

"it is fitting I give you mine."

Turning back and above

dripping on my tounge.

Wetting lips, giving a taste,

pulling closer, taking more!

Quenching, making him moan.

I am the greedy one.

Reprimanded for my action.

Beside me he lays,

comforts me as I withdraw.

Exiting an old world,

entering one I thought taboo.

He is here to help

guide me, into the new.

I am reborn, lost dark soul!