The hourglass

[Robby Baby (Dark Poet of Amour)]

The hourglass...

I lay down with your eyes looking down at mine,
as my eyes are drawn mysteriously to the hourglass,
that you have set upon your drawer...
and I feel a connection,
a syllogestic effect of time,
instilling itself with might in my mind,
that leaves me feeling like the sands caught in that voluptuous shape,
that is the antique mechanism of keeping time.

I lay still as time,
it trickles by,
trickles by like the sands of your hourglasses time,
your sands falling from your voluptuous shape into mine,
our sands' time intermingling,
the signal of the sandman reeling,
it's power relenting,
against our loves power of rhythm of rhyme.

I wish for you...
to turn me over,
than turn me over once again,
I wish for you to turn me over in infinite repeats,
so that our loves sands are never quite grown replete,
as our sands,
they mix and mingle,
and the heat of this friction,
it brings out a heat so single,
a heat that steams and obscures the clear view of our eros' time.

We lay here,
as our bodies form the time signature of the sun and the moon,
my suns rays melting and subsuming into your moons lights swoon,
and we turn each others pleasures on their head,
as well melt the night away...
in hourglasses' time.

This hourglass...
I stare at it as you take your full possession of me,
as you fulfill your bodies obsession with me in glee,
your moonlit rays raising the hourglass' power in me,
to keep our time repeating into infinity.

This hourglasses bottlenecking of the sands of time,
it keeps our sands running with the urgency of limits imposed,
and yet when we start our lovemaking,
that holy truth is exposed
...that when our bodies meld together,
the idea of time dissolves away into an afterthought,
like the clothes that now lay strewn upon our bed.

I wish to divide the hours into minutes,
the minutes into seconds,
as we seek to create new measurments of time,
subdivisions of infninity,
so that we may keep multiplying our orgasms,
and stretch the time of this lovemaking session,
into and infinite boundary of seconds and minutes,
that stretch out into an infinity of hours,
that knows not the power of universives compulsion of computation,
that leads to cause and effect,
but rather,
the power of loves of loves time,
falls under the power of our minds.

Let us take in the power of the sands of time,
as your orgasms are multiplied,
made multiple with mine,
and then let us commit the act of cosmic treason,
that act that goes beyond all rhyme and reason,
and let us smash that hourglass,
so that our lovemaking force,
it can be set free from the tyranny of time.

...and now
...I stare
...into that hourglass...

[Robby Baby (Dark Poet of Amour)]

Wow...who thought hourglasses could be so fun, eh? LOL I had this fascinating idea to come up with an erotic poem about an hourglass...don't ask why HAHA! I love coming up with poems with unconventional objects/ideas :) I can't wait to recite this at queen unique today and sensual whispers, with the music, at blogtalkradio :)

So...how many of you ladies here are gonna run out and buy an hourglass now, hmmm? ;)