The Knee

Every event of the entire day was leading me, carrying me there and now I was about to go
inside the room. I looked through the glass door and watched him at his work. Bright east
morning sunbeams radiated throughout the room. His luminous arm hairs shimmered gold.
Dust particles danced in the air. I froze there and could not open the door.

The forest was ancient, deep with undiscovered life; a mild storm
was a thick and silent background for the movement of small animals.
A sudden crack of lightning and a puff of smoke ignited then dimmed
with the delicious smell of smoldering wood filling the rarified hour.

Minutes passed as I watched him. The light dropped closer to the floor.
I could now see the blue eyes beneath his glasses. He was focused and
intent at his work.
My breathing quickened. I made a small cough so he'd know I was about to
open the door. He looked up. The large warm smile broke across his face
saying, "You are ok. Home. Safe. Mine again."
He took that smile with him as he looked back down and continued with work.

I moved over to hang up my wool coat near the heat and then pulled off my waist tie. I stood
beside the window and he looked up and over at the traffic outside, then back to my face.

I looked inflexibly into his eyes and lifted my right index finger leisurely to my lips. I could
still taste some of my dinner's steak juices in the corners of my mouth. I licked at
this taste with the tip of my tongue while I looked at him. His eyes widened. I moved
my finger inside my lips and pulled my cheeks in drawing my finger deeper into my
saliva...covering it while tasting my own skin at the same time. I locked my eyes
onto his eyes.

The circus performer balances plates on his fingers. First one
and another; striving to respect the forces at work, knows a
faulty move can cause a crashing of plates and the disappoint-
ment to an audience.

I slowly pull out a very wet finger making sure he is watching. I exhale with the very
tip coming out and his body slackens with desire.
I relax my hand down into my clothing where I can touch my flesh or cup my body.
There is no hurry when I reach down further and surprise myself with a sound escaping
my throat: the high-pitched coo of a small bird. The pitch drops as I now move deeper.
His eyes widen further with each sound. He stands up from his desk and reaches me, again,
in another leap of faith.

I catch him with my free hand, spin his back to the wall and wrap both legs around
his right thigh. My hand is still buried, rubbing...keeping it there as I move in
harder against his leg. A soundless "Look in my eyes, darling," welds his excitement.
He pulls his thigh back and takes in some air at the same time. I lift out my wet
fingers carefully and brush his lips and then higher to his nose where he takes
a slow, savoring and deep breath. His eyes fall back, his tongue moves flat against
his lips, and he is tasting and smelling me. His mouth opens inviting my kiss.
But I raise my left knee up against his balls while I gently rotate it against his body.
His desire increases. I hold him and my flushing face rests against his warm chest.
I hear his heart pounding so loud that I'm sure his rib cage will crack wide open.

Back to the labyrinth where either we are found or lose ourselves forever.
W. H. Auden

FRANK: The Other Knee

Every event in the entire day was leading me, carrying me there... every cell in my entire body was feeling her presence. My attention was totally centered on her and even my nose could smell nothing except her odor. My eyes would not focus or perceive anything but her eyes. Fiery heat marking the spots where she touches me.....her soft moan oscillates in my ear.

I smell her hair, feel her breasts on my chest. My arms now
wrapped around her, holding her tight. I am totally aware of
what she is doing and willing to let loose and let myself fall
.... she looks into my eyes and sees me behind the wall,
open, falling.

Her hand moves to my neck, her finger is still wet from her
juices. She smoothes it over my skin, painting a picture of
burning lines. My breath starts to quicken. I start to
tremble. My desire is overwhelming, knocking against the
wall of my prison, trying to break free, to take over
control.

She can feel this in me. She presses her body against mine,
lifts her face, lays it against my neck and whispers quietly in
my ear. Her soft voice on my neck makes the smallest hair move,
drives shivers over my back.

Her knee is rotating against my body. Very slow, very soft.
I am torn between the heat and the whisper, not knowing on
which side to fall.

She raises her head higher, looking into my eyes. Her lips
approached mine, her tongue feels my mouth. I hold her even
tighter, trembling even harder.

Electricity ravages my body, my hand clings painfully holding
her flesh. I breathe loud and fast as if exhausted to my limit.

Over again she feels it and again she pushes it back and again
she finds a way to keep me falling, her tongue searching in my
mouth while her right knee keeps slowly and firmly rotating........

And then she falls to her knee and I know she will find me.....