A slip of hand
Slightest touch
Nerves will ignite
Blood starts to rush
Two contact points
However brief
Deliver ecstacy
Provide relief
Touch will linger
After people depart
The memory ingrained
Oh, ever-feeling heart
- Mary O. Fumento, 2007
Emphatic, direct precision
You extended and reached me
Shattering a life of expectation
Powerful but restrained dexterity
You surrounded and enveloped me
Disturbing a soul long sleeping
Secret passion and velocity
Your magnitude overcame me
Swallowing my world whole
-Mary O. Fumento, 1998
Cradle in your touch
The way you hold me
Dissolving my body
Deep inside of yours
Pure essence as
We become one
Tenderness together
Treasured forever
- Mary O. Fumento, 2010
The laser beam track of your eyes
Deep, tender warmth in your voice
The porcelain outline of your lips
Left me with utterly no other choice
Mesmerized by your use of hands
And stunned by your elegant face
I savored instinctive expressions
Memorized movement, every trace
Watched up close and far away
I absorbed the banquet spread
The visual display of a person
And the one within your head
I relished what I witnessed
I entombed in me each feeling
You transposed every passion
And sent my senses reeling
I have yet you to release
But my brain cannot let go
My heart bound you tightly
And this is all I know…
- Mary O. Fumento, 2007
An endless search
Many empty days
Countless frigid nights
Finding love pure
Then losing you
Inevitable, as I endure
Knowing, feeling you
Was worth the loss
Just life made real
Want, need, desire
Originate in source
But differ somewhere
And in their variety
I found peace, comfort
Because of what I knew: you
- Mary O. Fumento, 2009
You philosopher, me poet,
So very much lost in between
True to ourselves, we made words
And missed the world in being
We were so compelled to be
To see the world as it is
And your world makes such sense
While my universe simply lives
Life and its lights, all I see
A mere beacon through the dark
Your sound reason, and its logic
A definitive way to make a mark
There was a galaxy between us
And somehow we were able to meet
Common ground at last uncovered
And I found you made me complete
It does not matter so much why
Although I consider it every day
Maybe because you were different
And opposite in so very many ways
But for a time, our planes crossed
Intersected, collided points-of-view
But in knowing you I was fulfilled
From the mere simple essence of you
- Mary O. Fumento, 2009
The tactile touch of you
Against the whole of me
Covered by warm, gentle hand
A sheath into which to slip
A haven in which to be found
The fingers explored around
Absorbing complete complicity
A license for self to expand
And express, receive a tip
A mere thumb, here or there
Feelings a brain can feel
Emotion a body will expound
Meeting explained explicitly
- Mary O. Fumento, 2008
Let the whole of me crawl
Into the curve of your mouth
Between the soft, pink lips
Deep in the warm, moist center
Of such passion that only rises
From the quiet core of your being
Flowing ever into the heart of me
Finding its mark, quenching it, too
- Mary O. Fumento, 2008
If sexuality had a pace
Mine furious and fast
The deed needn’t take time
For true memory to last
That feeling does endure
Memory remains strong
Hearts put where fingers touch
Where only sentiment belongs
And so we remember days
Hours, minutes left behind
I will always hold them close
The fantasies I make mine
For to feel but once again
You said it so very well
Unsuspectingly, a while back
Honesty only you would tell:
“Our stolen moments
Of the moment
Are all I really need.”
- Mary O. Fumento, 2007
lovely, lovely zipperman
unzip a bit for me
I love what you hide
I crane my neck to see
lovely, lovely zipperman
you had me at your zip
not at clasp, nor button
only silence of the lip
lovely, lovely zipperman
show me what you are
I see hints here, there
proximity remains too far
lovely, lovely zipperman
exhibiting, hussy that I am
showmanship is the closest
to daring heart as I can
lovely, lovely zipperman
beauty in movement resides
not about being locked up
but releasing what’s inside
- Mary O. Fumento, Nov. 19, 2007