While your hands caress my body, is it her face that you see?
Is your thunder of release now brought on by HER memory?
Am I just a luscious body that contains HER living soul?
Just an instrument of passion where your craving are made whole?
Life has played a dirty trick, though, for our story’s gone and changed
Sentiments which were so true then, all have now become deranged
I am left to grieve and wonder how she came to steal your heart
Was my love not good enough, then? Did she fill some hidden part?
Did a fantasy not flourish, was some longing left unknown?
Tell my heart what made you love her, why your heart for me is stone?
Here you lie in pleasure’s arms, yet every thought is there instead
Naked, grieved, I’m left to wonder what it feels like to be dead
A jealous woman am I…a very jealous woman
For you, dear, are MY man, my very own possession
Yes, I do own you; you are under my lock and key
Don’t you dare now look at her, for you belong to ME!
My love is a gilded cage, but a cage nonetheless
If you dare try to escape, you’ll suffer…I confess
You know I will track you down, and then I’ll make you pay
I’ll bring fire to your nights and torture you by day
You are branded with my love; it's plain for all to see
Revenge on seductress will come swiftly, trust in me!
The fire that burns you up when you are in MY bed
The self same will sear your heart, if you love her instead
You see, my dear, you’re mine…all mine…mine and ONLY mine
Baby, don’t you mess things up, and I will treat you fine
I’ll be your muse and your slave; I’ll be your everything
Ask of me your every wish; I’ll treat you like a king.
A jealous woman am I, a very jealous woman...
But if you stay my own, I’ll make you taste of heaven.
For Verlena's Green Eyed Monster Contest
Not Entered in any contest before
Just because her face is dimpled
does not mean her heart doesn't
Just because she sings sweet-
doesn't mean there is nothing
Sometimes we need to look a
so that we won't end up being
The fact the her stream seems
does not mean they make no
The fact that she manages a
does not mean that her fate is
Sometimes we need to hold
to feel the sound of a woman's
Love to her is more than shared
she needs a man with dogged
She may gladly accept your
yet she prays to feel your
And when she let lose her
a warm embrace will hold back
all her fears.
Do not charm her if you are a
these weaker vessels are very
hard to defeat.
Do not make her a
dumping a woman is not just a
You will reap what you sow...
even if it seems she has nothing
The thorougher the skin peel,
the stronger the sex apeal.
It seems ages since we met over your long, golden hair
an hour glass on the table keeping the meter.
It seems like too many dress up doll days when we played
take me to the river but don’t get our feet wet.
It seems we lost our inner selves painting our faces
painting our nails, singing karaoke at the bars.
Oh, to regain those lost years of our youth, unwrinkled skin
turn back all the pages, like winding gold on a spindle.
Instead we have just leaves, grieves, and grandchildren
with their laser guns, plastic skin and smug attitudes.
They never challenged gamey little midgets with foul intent
they had us to pad them safely with money, love and scent.
Dear Rapunzel, do please let your hair down one more time
and play climb out of the cellar and up the apple tree with me.
Signed Your Dearest Play Mate.
A girl who has beautiful eyes
more honestly lies.
Feel my body soft and supple, feel my hands that roam your soul
Yield to me and lose yourself, then let desire take its toll
Let seduction and my sensuous tone touch your body; hear my voice
Grab your sweet chameleon girl while believing it's your choice
Pull my hair and grind your teeth but I'll make you say my name
Love me with your heart and soul but it's only lovers' game
With your fluids pumping all throughout and human nature's gift
You will lose yourself to love itself and your sense of self will drift
I'll ravish you with promises, firm and made of dreams
You'll drown in me and melt inside beneath my cold-blue eyes that gleam
Soon you'll wriggle with denial that you're not within my grasp
Yet where's your voice of confidence but buried by each gasp
You'll splash and crawl and ache for air just like an animal contained
And between the two of me and you I'm the only one untamed
I'll admire the contour your will bends pliantly to mine
Like a spider loves her lover then she's only there to dine
You may think that you could leave today, but you'll be back tonight
I'll release you as an empty shell. Your sweet Angel of Heavenly bright.
My grandson asked if back when I was young
I had ever done anything naughty or wrong
I said shut the door put on listening ears
And Ill tell you a tale of rank shivering fear
One night at midnight I sneaked from my bed
To a neigr knocker fastened a thread
Old Mrs. Murphy, ninety and living all alone
That she was a witch was really well known
I pulled the string and the knocker did bang
Then over the garden wall lithely I sprang
When the old woman limped to the door
Finding nobody there she ranted and swore
Again and again I pulled that on the thread
As over and over tears of laughter I shed
Then the moon clouded and all turned dark
A cold hand of fear icily fingered my heart
A voice rasped lowly filling me with dread
‘I’ve got you now and soon you’ll be dead’
I was then dragged to Mrs. Murphy’s door
Feeling more terrified than ever before
The door was opened I was pushed inside
Nowhere I could run nowhere I could hide
There in the kitchen the old woman sat
Black cloak and hair, black teeth and hat
Our neighbour then sat me down on a chair
The witch held me still with malevolent stare
Pointing long sharp nailed finger I felt the spell
As she spoke of hot flames and rotting in hell
I promised to be good and meant it sincerely
I’ve been good ever since, well almost, nearly
(5th in contest,’Childhood memories’ by Crystal Wilkins)
Love Transcends Space, and Time
By Rick Rucker
I am shocked, at my age, to find,
A woman to Enflame my mind!
One that sets my Heart reeling,
With this uniquely Blessed feeling,
At present, we live apart,
But she will always occupy my Heart,
She has the Power to make me do anything,
Including, even, to dance, or sing,
When we meet, every couple of days,
She instantly sets my Heart ablaze!
When I see her beautiful Face,
My Heart sets off at a terrifying pace,
Drawn by a force we cannot resist,
Neither willing to wait to be kissed!
Our arms, now entwined,
With thoughts of Love, coursing through my mind,
I always want to remain there,
Kissing her, my fingers running through her hair,
She, very quickly, will respond,
With actions that I am very fond,
Our arms, overlapping like shoelaces,
Our lips exploring each other’s faces,
Our breathing soon becomes as one,
Our race to Love has begun,
Adrift, somewhere in Space and Time,
We find a place Sublime,
When, at last, we recover,
I look over at my Lover,
She says I have a smile on my face,
I know I am in My Happy Place,
I cannot question Fate,
To have sent me this perfect Mate,
I forever want to go through Life,
With this woman as my Wife!
I truly am the luckiest of men,
I get to see my Love, tonight, again!
Hugs that we once shared, lasted just a glimpse in time
If only I could read her mind, and imagine what I'd find
Would I find a woman of truth, or a woman of trust
Or a woman with a mind, whose mind has turned to rust
To drift into another's world, and promise them the earth
Hugs that we once shared, does it really make them worth
They only lasted a glimpse of time, happened they never should
If I could turn back time, your damn right I would
CAN YOU SPEAK WOMAN?
I can speak French and sometimes Chinese
I can also speak cat with some ease
When he miaows at me as he goes
I mimic his call and he knows
When the dog barks I reply
Even the horse and I see eye to eye
But I can’t speak “woman”
It’s beyond the speech power of a man.
I can’t talk for hours about shoes
And discuss the merits of mauves or blues
Or share the humour of how pink bows
Don’t go with green pillows
And go all weepy over Meryl Streep
Or wax lyrical over some punk-rock creep
Or persuade some guy to discuss flowers
Rather than the size of the nuclear powers
.. . . . so she said. . . . so then I said. . .
And she whispered. . . . and her face went red. . . .
No it’s impossible to spend hours on the phone
I’d rather sit watching football all alone
It’s futile me trying to pretend
An interest in what gift to send
Or remember birthdays wi th accuracy
Such a task would drive me crazy
God save me from female speech
Let me speak “man”, I beseech
Just let me sit alone and grunt
Or maybe shoot, fish, and hunt
And talk to the dog about football facts
Or maybe to the car while I wax.
Cat and Mouse: hide and seek
This could take an hour or week
No one wants to seem too bold
So we put our love on hold
A peek here and a peek there
Wondering if we really dare
Wondering what the seconds bring
Wondering if the phone will ring
Wondering, wondering: peek a boo
You’re hiding…. but I SEE you
I see past that great big wall
Your heart’s ready for the fall
I know that you caught the bait
But I sit and wait and wait
I’m patient, got time of day
But oh, what if you get away!
Cat and mouse: hide and seek
Oh, my knees are getting weak
Oh, this heart’s sure to explode
The waiting’s gone to overload
One more second's just too much
No time for cat games and such
Hide and seek…is getting old
Here I am! My love is bold!
Ready? You'll be caught real tight!
Cause boy, your just out of sight!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
I’m on a planet with a golden kiss
It shimmers with glory, such bliss!
As I zoom in, it turns into a dark land
Peep in, I’m afraid, I cannot stand!
In darkness, I see a bright glowing tower
Inside, a plethora of so called ‘man’ power
Zoom in; I see ‘beast’ kind disguised as ‘man’ kind
Alas! Not a single kind beast could I find
I hear roars of uncivilized beings
And moans of so-called weaklings
I see a trail of emotional turmoil
Those 7 deadly sins wrapped in a dazzling foil
Gifted to humanity, his power, his grey matter
It separates humans from animals and allows us to shatter
The once created planet with a golden kiss
Will it ever show the signs of holy bliss?
Any lady with sexy breast
for a man looks each time well-dressed.
Girls aren't sure if they are always bright.
And they are often absolutely right.
My mind calls attention to where I've been,
When I was alive in that lion's den.
Summer breeze on a winter's day,
That memory won't fade away.
Yeah, I know these skies are gray;
I pray, we don't press replay.
©2014 Honestly JT
My man does not go out like the others,
he’d rather stay in with me, kissing the day away on a bed covered in flowers.
If arguments arise, he walks into another room,
instead of driving to another house over comments he might assume.
His soul is like a wishing pool full of respect and care,
loving me unconditionally; always trying to make sure I know his there.
He bathes me in relationship soaked in milk and honey,
and soothes over my cracks to reveal a value more priceless than money.
My woman has captured my heart and made it grow,
fulfilling my life with love and devotion to make even the saddest of times glow.
She is not like the rest who whine and complain,
she more like a diamond, shinning bright through any terrain.
Not afraid to be vulnerable in front me,
she will cry knowing how much her tears will affect thee.
Made from the rarest and sweetest hips, lips and fingertips,
her cinnamon body and aromatic mind are nothing
compared to her saffron heart loaded with marriage clips.
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A vibrant, wild woman took center stage at every family wedding or party
Long, flowing locks even in old age, she always embarrassed her brother Artie
Once statuesque at nearly six feet tall, Eva was a sight to behold at buffets
Plate upon plate, she piled food so high; restaurant owners said she ate with craze
Bubbling with energy that radiated, this former beauty queen knew how to dance
As a child she led me to the floor; we’d Charleston! Wild woman sure could prance!
As a teen she’d fallen into Hudson Bay; she learned how to swim, suffered no harm
She repaid the favor by training nearly every Jersey Shore lifeguard
Her tales were many and some seemed tall, especially to a child so small
But the one about dolphins saving her from sharks could certainly enthrall
Her loudly ticking old-time video camera was heard each time I was in a play
She never missed a performance, though she may have stood in the audience’s way
And Bob Hope called her up on stage when she and her camera stole his show
In saintly splendor she revels now, still radiating that winsome glow
Dedicated to my dear Aunt Eva.
Communication by touch
is not for every old dutch.
The Sundress, As A Marital Aid
By Rick Rucker
Before we begin, I am a “little” weird,
In case you have not “heared,”
When my Lover wears her mini sundress,
Her bare skin, I cannot wait to caress,
Her womanly delights, just out of view,
My lust for her, she does renew!
The enticing expanse of her bare back,
The gossamer-thin fabric accents the curves that she does not lack!
When she has it on, and we are walking,
I am nearly incapable of talking,
As any woman will tell you that you ask,
No man can begin to multitask!
I have on my mind just one thing,
An activity that makes me want to sing!
Walking behind her, I can see,
The sensual goddess in front of me,
Of her, I have no favorite part,
All of her does over-speed my Heart!
As I watch her stroll along,
I am reminded of “Pretty Woman,” the song,
She makes me so proud that I could shout,
Then sing, and dance about!
If other men knew what I have waiting,
When she and I get home, it is me they would be hating!
She has found the secret to a happy life,
This woman whom I have asked to be my wife,
She can do such things to me,
My senses so overloaded, that I can hardly see,
We are lucky that what she does cannot be put in a pill,
Our country’s production would come to a standstill!
Half of our population, would die very soon,
The men would take a bunch of the pills, then swoon!
Luckily, I do not have to take that pill,
I have her next to me to thrill,
I give her a red, red Rose,
She gives me cause to curl my toes!
Removing her sundress is an art,
As I do it, exploring each newly-exposed part!
It must not be done it too fast,
I want this ceremony to last!
In fact, in a day, I may remove it from her several times,
As this really “rings my chimes!”
As I told you, I may be strange,
But this part of the day, I would not change!
If your lover wears a sexy sundress,
She is wearing it for you, I would guess,
Tell her you would be happy to help her take it off,
If you are lucky, your clothes she may help You doff!
If your love life is a little staid,
Help her buy a sundress as a marital aid!
When God Made a Woman
Steve L. Siegel
November 20, 2014
To my loving wife Sally Ann
When God made a woman
I am so thankful that when God made a woman,
From Adam's ribs that before He made her
That He also added a bit firefly spirit, a touch of
unfiltered love that goes right to the man's heart.
That He also had time add that composure,
Made her little stubborn at times;
That to make us men behave, so badly,
That she'd get what she wanted in the first place.
However, He also added a soft spot in her,
Her heart always had room for her children,
Yet there is just enough room for her man,
She would show him her passion from deep within.
But, don't let another feline try getting near her man,
Her claws would come out, taking on any who wanted hers;
God must by accident took some man's backbone to put in her,
Because once she is in love, she'll try anything to keep him,
Fully to her alone; so there's no looking back.
Yep, I am glad and thankful to my Lord
That He chose to use a part of me to make a woman,
And that He lead her to where I was,
That between the two of them I now have this grand wife.
A lady in arms
more rapidly charms.
Only Eve is a madam,
who is known from Adam.
THE WOMAN WHO WOULDN'T LISTEN TO HER HUSBAND
She would not think the way he did
How could one be so very bright
Give all her passion to a cause
How could she have such skewered sight
He tried maneuver her with love
He tried to shout a bit and then
He thought he’d slap some sense in her
That’s when she left and said AMEN.
Gracious Sally; my black haired Sally.
You've dawned a bright red cap.
My chicken balls; my coffee please.
A fortune before my nap.
You've tinged your bell; the coffees ready.
The customers turn their heads.
It's you I see; you waiting free!
with chicken balls in their breads.
And when at cash you call for me
and nod a tray you pass.
That after money and after thanks
your smile comes with a laugh.
In his country, he says I would be called a fat *i*c* with my hips being thick.
He said his men would f*c*k me so much I would join the crowd of skinny lovers.
In his country, he states I would not have sex the way I want.
He pants that his men like a*s*o*e.
Plethora my people would shout.
Embarrassment has stepped-out.
In his country, is sex slavery.
His men would just snatch me off the streets to control me sexually.
In his country, I am not.
So why is he talking to me half-cocked.
In his country, terrorism to them is love.
To me he must be from an Arab World.
Penned on May 13, 2014!
The Light and The Darkness
Steve L Siegel
Waking up alone on top of a golden mountain range,
Rising with the sun above a reflective ice blue lake,
Passing and down below, to a cedar path;
A rust covered road winds its way down to the mighty ST. Joe river.
When the pain and suffering rips me to pieces,
That's when rage and adrenaline begins its battle,
My very soul feels torn up inside of me,
My eyes see only red and my own blood turns me cold.
This bundled feast that greets my eyes, seeing the yawning of a woman
The warmth of my wife's breath turning instantly into a mist,
Lifting into a cloud of thick steam, as it passes over her cold lips,
Reminding me why we got married all those years ago.
My eyes have seen no mercy, my blood runs hot for no reason,
My nightmares trying to take over my sleep,
The darkness tries to take over my brain,
Trying to drive my mind over the edge.
The new days sun starts to show and rise above the peaks
To show a valley stretching far below
From some willows I spied my woman swimming naked
Alone in a hot Spring channel, Oh My Lord!
For my soul is in sin stained, my hands bloodied from war,
Trying not to let it drive me completely insane,
When these dreadful nights finally do come to a end,
And I know that peaceful rest is at last within my reach
I'll know that the storm is over;
I will rise above this hell here on this earth
I shall rise into the ashes of the phoenix,
Burning and devaluating myself,
That God has at last called me home, to be with Him...
To those who have P.T.S.D. and by what ever brought it on.
May a Higher Power be with you.
With nimble-fingers braids the midnighter mare killing a long horn steer single-handed with bladed care Chief Victorio's well chosen was called his right hand a single woman yet revered fought strong as man Of enemies and friends as cunning she wore the boast as a Brave the woman warrior rode braver than most not frozen by fear of the battle braving regaining lost ammo with her arms outstretched a chant a seer as with Geronimo Circling with power where the enemy was and how many told Lozen was a shield for her people as the woman warrior rode
The real beauty's "No"
does not offend, you know.
What is this curse when you're ignored
in time you care?
What kind of tempest that might be too much
for a man to bear?
What is the reason; and what is the logic
that one gets hurt?
When he's just showing his true affection
to the one he loves.
When he's expressive that she is cherished
and so adored,
She's not responsive and so implying
that she is bored.
Then he would message to greet her mornings
and to wish her well
She would not answer for a usual reason
that she left her cell.
Would it be too much for her to text back
that she is fine?
Is she afraid that it would surely cost her
Doesn't she know that she's just too lucky
for being loved?
Most girls are crying and are still hoping
for a sincere lad.
What if he's fed-up? the insult is too much
that he departs?
Boy, what a pity if you cannot handle
the irony of a woman's heart..
Date and Time of Writing
November 14, 2011
10:03am – 10:34am
It's a gloomy day and, as usual, manning alone my shop. Customers are not coming in and I was so bored that I was hoping to hear tones from my cellphone as I was waiting for a reply of the message that I sent the last night yet. From there I try to relate to myself on how a lover feels when his messages are ignored by the girl he adored and cherished. Oh what a pity…