The Most Beautiful Lesson

I am laying on my back,
a white figure lost in a white carpet.
Saoirse Ronan on the television,
Jacob Dylan
whispering through my headphones...
and I am trying to imagine
something so beautiful that my brain
can't fill in the gaps,
cannot paint the portrait and
there are a million things I'm dying to know,
aching to learn;  Teach me.

I want to discover
the way your ivory flesh reveals itself
as your shirt slides up your arms,
over your shoulders.
I want to see
how your mahogany curls cascade down
as the cloth is pulled over your head,
how they frame the porcelain shore
of your bare shoulders,
so dark against your supple white neck.

I need to know
the way your amber eyes cradle the light,
what unknown shade of red
will rise up in your cheeks
as the thin straps of your bra descend
at the urging of my fingertips,
replaced
by a soft trail
blazed by my warm lips.

I ache to learn
where you place your hands
when my tongue
writes poetry down your stomach...
Perhaps your fingers
will get lost in my hair or
your palms
will caress my shoulders as mine
explore your body,
sliding over your ribs,
kneading your curves,
my heat transferring through your skin,
oh how does it react?
A gentle shiver,
pink tenderness rising up
against the valley of my hand?

I am begging to find
if you take a deep breath as your denim
loses a button,
can I hear it over the metallic grind
as your zipper is slowly undone?
I cannot begin to imagine
what your warmth feels like
through the filter of your panties
when my wrist
is enveloped by your open jeans
and my fingers play a ballad,
would I feel your excitement
licking out against them?

I am desperate to see
at what angle your rolling hips will arch
as the blue denim slides down,
taking the silk with them,
unveiling the last frontier
of your perfect figure
and
how sweet you taste
when I press my lips against you,
when I roll my tongue over you...
does your mouth open,
do you moan in little, breathy trembles
or long, loud gasps?

I am dying to experience
the way your body conforms to mine,
how every inch feels
as our hips draw nearer and nearer
until every piece of me
fills every piece of you,
the way your eyes will consume mine
as the pressure of my body
compresses your own
and that mystic moment
when time stops
and all the world drops away,
that frozen instant
when we are as connected as can be,
before the undulation,
when we are just lavishing
in the pure adrenaline-passion-fire
of becoming one.

I am pleading to study
the rhythm that your hips follow,
slowly rolling in cadence
with the movements of my own,
little lifts to meet my descent...
Do your finger nails
drag down my spine or do you grasp gently,
palms against hot shoulder blades?
And those thighs,
will I find myself squeezed between them,
ankles crossed
against my lower back
or will they splay out beneath me,
knees bent like mountaintops
I ache to climb?

I am burning to memorize
the moans you will release,
the way your thighs will tremble
at the moment
when we push the limit,
when our bodies meet in fiery fusion,
that explosive conflagration
that comes and scorches everything
as we release,
as we burst with pleasure
and paint one another
in brilliant hues of sensuality,
in vibrant strokes of intensity.

I am hungry to hear
how your breathing changes
when your heart
screams for my own
through your chest and into mine,
the clap of flesh colliding
as we embrace,
that sweet, sticky kiss
of damp, naked flesh
peeling and shifting against warm,
wet skin with your hair
matted to your neck
and your lips
lost somewhere inside of mine.

I am greedy to take
mental notes of your glory
laid our beneath me,
surging with an insatiable hunger
for more,
with your palms against my chest
as we roll slowly to the right,
maybe even laughing
as we kiss and invert our bodies,
yours sitting upright,
straddling my thighs
as you slowly grind against me,
I wonder
if you throw your hair back,
if you arch your spine
or lean forward so that we might kiss
as you squirm atop me,
every inch
gleaming like an ocean of diamonds
where our skin
has touched, has kissed, has been
connected.

I am longing to be taught
every amazing detail
of the stunning magnificence
that is making love to you,
from your sounds to your shape,
your taste
to your touch
and I want to show you,
I want to give you,
every single thing,
tangible and inexplicable,
that makes us perfect,
that proves we were designed
to come together,
and I want to see
if you are as beautiful as I know you will be
when you give yourself to me
and I to you.

But most of all,
I am living to tell you
that I love you
as I teach you that your body
is heavenly
and your kiss is infinity
and we are eternity,
that magic can exist in electric storms
simmering between us,
in the luscious places
where the plateaus of your body
meet those of mine
if you are willing to teach me
just how much you are aching
to discover the same things.