Closer to Having You

I sat uneasy...restless
watching as the second hand
made its painfully slow way
to closing time;
bags already packed
ready to rush out the door.
All day in the midst of
fluorescent lights and gray walls,
my mind remained within the confines
of the soft blue hue
of my bedroom,
floral sheets only half covering
my naked body
as the fan cooled
sweat drops from my skin.

As I sat
attempting to drown out
the low hum
of air pushing through vents
mixed with the cacophony
of voices interrupting
my mental serenity,
I brought my thoughts back
to the beautiful melody
that is your voice
softly whispering my name.

The blank screen stared back at me
as I lightly caressed the keys,
soft and sleek, like your dark skin
underneath my warm fingertips
and again,
all I could imagine
was my emerald eyes
staring into yours of milk chocolate
lips and tongue exploring
the contrasting canvases,
light and dark in perfect unison
as we come together
and come together.

There was no masking
the heat rising from my core,
dying inside to have you
fighting the urge
to reach down and
dip fingers into
the waterfall that flowed
from this river of thoughts
fed by my desire for you.

Images of you pressing me down
on the very desk I sat at,
pusing everything down to the ground,
hiking up my skirt,
as I rushed to undress you.
I cared not who was around
as I spread my legs
allowing you to devour me,
adding my moans
to the sound of your hands
clapping against my bare ass.
I sat, crossing and uncrossing my legs,
drenched wetter still,
as I planned in my mind
what I'd do to you
as soon as you came
within inches of me,
my body craving
your scent, your taste, your touch.

So lost in my thoughts of you
that I caught myself smiling
and losing track of time...
the second hand reaching
towards the first second
closer to having you.

Dirty Little Secrets

He stood at the corner
hidden in the shadows
watching her hips sway
as she made her way
across the room
and onto the stage.
He observed as the
hungry pack of wolves
stood in the audience
devouring with their eyes
her every curve,
salivating tongues hung
in anticipation
for a taste of her
holding on to every word
that escaped her lips.

He could have felt away,
body tensing up
in instinctual rage
at the sight of others
mentally undressing her
with ravenous eyes
all in violation of
his rightful possession of her,
thinking he saw her first.
He had fallen into a deep trance
the moment he first heard
the sweet sound of her voice
invade his senses,
had given her his last name
the moment their eyes met,
meaning she belonged to him.
Jealous he could have been
because he knew
he could have easily been
one of many
and he didn't have
her undivided attention.
As her eyes scanned those
of the crowd of doting listeners,
she did not find his
in the darkness.

But as her words
slowly slipped passed
her smooth lips
he leaned back in the shades
with a smile
knowing that
although she could not see him,
she could feel her body
heat up under his stare.
He knew that
as she described
the sweet sensation
of a single kiss,
he didn't have to imagine
like they did,
what it felt like
to have her lip pressed
against his,
stealing his breath
rendering him speechless.
As she drew images
in their minds
that left them hard
and craving for her touch,
he didn't need to reach far
to know what it felt like
to have her slick tongue
make his manhood rise.
He knew just how much of him
she could take in her nasty mouth,
how her mouth watered
at the taste of him
licking and sucking
to graciously receive
her prize in the form
of his guttural moans.
Her pussy wetter still
as she knew she was
bringing him closer to the edge.

As she basked
in their rapt attention,
he knew they would
never get to share
in the experience
of what is the sweetest essence
from the fountain of her sex.
He could detect her scent
on stage from where he stood,
knowing as she read those dirty words,
she was making herself hot
and wishing only to be
drinking from her,
fingers dipped deep
as her body shook...
licking his fingers,
savoring every drop
and leaning in for a kiss
as she licked her own juices
from his lips,
sharing in the taste of her.
He licked his lips now
and could still taste her.

He knew
they would never feel
as he did,
her body trembling at his touch,
knew that as vocal
as she was on stage
Her release came
to the music of soft moans,
teeth biting lips,
and her hips rising to his lips
begging him not to stop.

She was theirs
in their minds
only for a moment,
but they will never know
the sensation of
muscles pulsating,
contracting and taking hold
of his erection,
filling her so deep
being so lost inside.
His legs trembled still
as her words brought him back
to memories of her legs
wrapped around his waist,
her juices dripping down
on his thighs
as she road him beyond high.
See, he knew they
would never come
this close to heaven!

This eyes finally met,
the mischievous glare of her eyes
revealing naughty excitement.
She was his
verbal exhibitionist,
finding thrills in the
exposure of their
nocturnal private encounters
like replaying
recordings of their
midnight starring roles
in front of a full audience
in order for them
to even come close
to understanding
love making at its best.
Letting them listen to every moan,
see every position
exposed in her words.

Now...
words done,
their minds still hanging on
to every one.
His mind only on her,
tonight,
and all their dirty little secrets.

Oral Fixation

At first impression,
you wouldn't think I'm a freak.
You wouldn't think I'm the type
to get caught in compromising positions,
reveling in secret midnight rendez-vous
for forbidden fornication.
You couldn't envision me
finding gratification
in anything deemed dirty, kinky...
just a bit...out of the ordinary.

But then you listen to my passionate prose,
laced in language that leaves you
standing at attention,
ready to serve if my body should call
for your hot chocolate erection.
You read my words
and you're ready to
flip, lick, tie me down,
bend me in every and any position,
contort my body in ways
not even the Kama Sutra could think up.

But see, you still have me all wrong.
I'm simple when it comes to
dealings of corporal pleasures.
I don't need red lights,
handcuffs and leather whips.
I just need you pressed inside,
feeling me so tight
your toes curl.
Need to feel you
so deep inside my essence
my eyes rolls so far back
I'm taken back in time in loops
like a broken record on repeat
simply to replay each exquisite moment
of our bodies intertwined.

Still, before you find
the path to my core...
I will steal you soul
in a single kiss,
then kiss a trail
like small volcanic aftershocks
from your cheek to your collar bone,
leaving goosebumps in their wake
like Morse Code.
Deep dark secrets written in braile
revealing how to find yourself
inside of me
translated only at the touch
of soft fingertips on warm skin.

Continue down the smooth terrain
of your dark frame
to where deep valleys dip
and a shrine is erected
at the veneration
of my mere presence.
And for your praises,
I show my gratitude
in light licks
on that spot
that makes you hot
in figure 8s with my tounge tip...
then swallow you whole
until inummerable wasted possibilities
of our unborn future
spill over 800 count Egyptian threads
leaving you spent....
and satisfied.

Now you may think I'm a freak!
Because you are unable
to erase the dirty scenes
that have invaded your thoughts
conjured up by words
from this seemingly angelic face.
Ashamed for craving me this much...
this bad!
But curious to know
just how good it is!
Proving I'm so much more
and you're simply not ready.
'Cuz while you sit staring at me
licking your lips that way,
this...well this...
is just verbal foreplay.

My Poetry

Upon attempting to revisit an unfinished piece, I came across the first poem I wrote that I knew off the top of my head. The words have since slowly faded from my memory, as have these feeling from my heart, but the source of my inspiration continues to resonate in these words.

My muse
the essence of Caliope
in the male form
of your sexy ebony frame
the rhythm of each verse
matching your heartbeat
each line soothing me
like your deep breathing
late at night

This feeling of forever
following the flow
of alliteration
as I repeat your name
knowing nothing nor
nearly noticing nothing else...
but your presence

The radiance of you beauty
breathes life into me
like these words
you inspire
your eyes penetrate my heart
exposing my desire
for you...
on this page

Your vibe consumes me
sending me on a natural high
of unspoken soliloquies
having me talking to myself
as if the whole world
could now understand
how you and I
are now intertwined
with every word I write
Each work a masterpiece
images of you
created in my mind
taking shape as I describe
everything I want to do to you

Read it top to bottom
beginning to end
and back again
anyway I see it
you are mine
you are my creation
perfected in my imagination
the object of my affection
you are...
my life
my heart
my soul
you are forever in me
you are my poetry.

© 2002 R. Bello

Full Moon V2

It was strange
uncharacteristically quiet
for these usually busy Saturday streets
Despite the late hour
the night seemed bright
with the light of the full moon.

It may have been the full moon
it may have been
my body's desire
for the warmth of someone beside me
as the cold air rushed through my window
but laying there
I began to think of you
I absentmindedly
brushed my fingertips
over the hilly expanse of my body
leaving mountain peaks
hard in their wake
from the cool breeze.
I felt a shiver run down
sending a rush of warmth
between my legs

I smiled thinking of what you could be doing...
I imagined you
out probably with your girl
catching a glimpse of something
or hearing a familiar soung
that reminded you of me
or simply thinking of me
because you knew deep inside
it was me you wanted to be with tonight.

I ran my hands down my stomach
leaving a trail of goosebumps
on my skin
I closed my eyes
willing my thoughts to reach you
calling out your name
as I imagined it was your hands
reaching down to my awaiting flower
my fingers softly brshed
over soft petals
wet and warm
like the wake of the dawn
I let out a soft moan
begging for more
but wanting it to be you
wanting your hands
your fingers
your tounge
to be exploring my body...
just the way you know I like it.
I moaned as I brought myself closer
whispering your name
between each breath
I imagined us
back on the bathroom floor
cold tiles sticking to my naked back
you filling me deep inside...
lost in our unrestrained desire.

My hips rocked to meet my fingers
driving me to the edge.
In my mind
we were back in my room
she was watching
watching you take me
fuck me
make love to me
like only you can do with me
I dug my nails into your back
as I looked over your shoulders at her
you screamed my name
as you etched your signature
on my walls
she and I both knew you were mine.

I couldn't hold back any longer
my body shook
as I road the sudden wave of pleasure.
Your name escaped my lips once more ....

and...

my cell phone rang...

my lips curled up in a mischievous smile
as I answered...

"I was just thinking of you".

©R.Bello 2009

He Is My Favorite Song

I woke up
Late morning
Sun blazing in through the window
Light glistened off
The drops of sweat
Still trickling down my skin
I heard your footsteps
and already I felt
your presence
like recognizing the melody
the moment
the first beat drops.
My heart kept its rapid pace
breathless still
from our nocturnal encounter.
The imprint
where you once laid
Fresh on satin sheets
Still warm to the touch.
I still could feel your warmth
Pressed against each curve of my body
As I swayed my hips to your rhythm.
Was more aware now of
Pulsating muscles contracting
Reaching out to be filled again.

I should have been ashamed perhaps
Body yearning for you like this
when I knew nothing but your name.
Nothing but a brief introduction
And I already felt
the deep base of your voice
Resounding within each empty hollow
Echoed inside me
sending me into
Auditory spasms.
What history I was privy to
I came to learn from your lyrics
Each line painting pictures
Of all the wondrous things
You have seen and sensed
In your world.
Every honest moment of pain
Each triumphant celebration of joy
All exposed in the instant
You invaded my soul.

Of course
All I have is
your voice in my head
And a picture of you
lodged in my memory
Because we have never
Occupied space
in such close proximity.
But your music
still resonates in my ears
My body still feels your rhythm
I have become acquainted
with the nuances
Of each movement like
Memorizing every word to the track
And each morning it is your voice I hear
whisper my name over and over
As I keep you mentally on repeat.

©R.Bello 2009

Home

It was 3 in the morning
and I, droopy eyed,
from sleepless nights,
stared at the same empty page.
In my mind swirled images
of bodies intertwined
hips easing to a slow grind
deep, low moans
like those of a jazz man's bass.
Bodies created music
I've never heard before,
each heartbeat
reverberating throughout my body
setting the page
to the melody of an unwritten song.

The blank pages taunted me
as I was sure I tasted
rich dark chocolate on my lips
after leaving strawberry kisses
on mocha skin.
I imagined me laid out
like a buffet of international delicacies;
try a little bit of this
a little bit of that
even things never tried before.

And still no words
could begin to describe
the sights, sounds, tastes,
all unfamiliar
yet conured up in my fantasies.
Instead, the black pages
soon filled up with memories
of Sunday mornings
room glowing with the warm sunlight
of long summer days.
Coco Classicos
Ana Gabriel's raspy voice
a short distance away.
A car alarm, the latest reggaeton,
the occasional 'que lo que'
added to the soundtrack;
the title track
the familiar rocking
of mattress springs,
headboard against the wall
setting the pace like conga beats.

The words smelled of
salchichon y queso frito
sizzling on a pan
un plato de mangu
washed down with morir soñando
Words told of a love
like mamí's sanchocho
same recipe
but each time
better than the last.

See I fantasized of a love
that was out of this world
yet a love that existed
only in my mind.
So my heart refused
to allow my mind
to tell the page lies.
My mind wanted to escape
disappear to a foreign place
where a different love was possible.

But my ehart wanted to stay
where it knew the faces, the places,
be able to map out
each birthmark, each scar
each bruise
like they were your old stompin' grounds.

My mind conjured up images
of something new
but the pages filled with
words that spoke only truth:
that love with you will always be,
because your love is home.

©R.Bello 4/1/09