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Almost Gone

A tiny bud just newly formed
rails against the frost;
tightly closed, the petals warm
the Autumn heart that summer lost.

The dew that drips from rose to leaf
like tears from cheek to breast;
almost froze like winter's thief,
will earn at last its rest.

The blackened bud, once struck with cold
appears to others dead
but burns within a passionate soul
and heart of bright and crimson red.

Bursting forth, it cannot hide 
the will to live within.
Its bold and subtle softness chides,
persistent hearts can win.

Copyright © Purple Rain | Year Posted 2016

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My Torment

A fleeting still small voice tries to warn me
A sudden overwhelming desire to run
The tell tale taste of metallic flakes
Means my nightmare has begun

Everything around takes on a ghostly pallor
A landscape of anguish and corrosion
A moment of silence before the violence
The flash of light, the brilliant explosion

The sound of the Sun fills my ears
Fear, my throat, though none escapes me
And paralyzed I clench my eyes
As my tormentor prepares to rape me

And it's endeavor is absolute
Consumption is its ultimate goal
It exists to chase me so it can erase me
Whilst feasting on my soul

And then that familiar salty smell 
The sudden rush of warmth so stings
Engaging me relentlessly
In vile unspeakable things

Over and over and over again
My limbs stretched and wrought
As it's teeth tear my bones bare
It's mind defiles my thoughts

And still wounds beget wounds beget wounds
As in the mouth of madness I suffer
And with every injury he just seems to be
Rougher and rougher and rougher

Then just as suddenly as it began it ceases
And for a moment I am clearer
And then the true horror of it all
Is revealed in a darkly lit mirror

There in front of me stands my destroyer
Face flush with it's fill of my pain
And I find that it's eyes and mine
My God, they’re one in the same

Copyright © James Burns | Year Posted 2011

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Ode to a rose on a sunset

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
as the clouds dip into the sea.
A kiss from that rose as the waves fall,
over the beach to a rose kissed me.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
as we wrap in lovers embrace.
A kiss from a rose as homeward we go,
to a bed clothed in satin and lace.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
with passion and warmth do we grasp.
A kiss from that rose that blossoms and blooms,
my hand in her labour pain clasp.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
that wanton and curvy young bride.
A kiss from that rose that huddles our babe,
so loving, in motherly pride.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
without whom I'd not share my life.
A kiss from that rose who selflessly filled,
the place of my darling rose wife!

(c) anaisanais - A M Docherty - Wales, United Kingdom. (7/8/2013)

Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2009

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SELF-GRATIFICATION IS THE FRIUT OF ONE'S LOVE

Self-gratification is the fruit of one's love,
making the artist's delighted face glow...
when every vision has been achieved,
and each intention joyfully revealed.


He will envision the shape and colors,
then transfer those images to canvas;
and with the gentles strokes of his brush...
real faces will appear and suddenly blush.


Thinker and dreamer, let passion and imagination flow,
don't be distracted by worries or external sounds below;
work diligently with your brush, transcending your own credibility...
but later, it would be too hilarious to scream out your insanity.


Self-gratification is the fruit of one's love...
that enduring, timeless legacy hard to ignore;
when others show admiration, you'll be so pleased
and motivated to add more laurels to your prestige.     


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2009

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I Want Someone

I want someone to pamper me
To bathe me with love and care
I want someone to cherish me
To say he’ll always be there

I want someone who hears the sigh
That no one else can hear
I want someone who bears me up
When my heart trembles with fear

I want someone to adore me
And tell me I’m his guiding light
I want someone to caress me
All through the lonely night

I want someone to play with me
And cuddle me like a child
I want someone to entice me
With passion to drive me wild

I want someone to make love to me
Like I’m some goddess divine
I want someone to touch my soul
To take me to heights sublime

I want someone to nurture me
To keep me under his wing
I want someone to humor me
And give my heart songs to sing

I want someone to ravish me
Make me forget time and place
I want someone to possess me
Make me vanish without a trace

I want someone to kiss me
Like he’s tasting nectar sweet
I want someone to taste me
Like he’s savoring a treat

I want someone to adore me
Like I’m the sacred grail
I want someone to follow me
Down each and every trail

I want someone to look at me
And see what lies within
I want someone to guard me
And keep me safe from sin

I want someone to hold me
And sing a sweet lullaby
I want someone to console me
With the truth and never a lie!

I want someone who is daring
Who'll fight enemies old and new
I want someone who's divine
And that someone, my dear, is YOU!

Eileen Manassian Ghali

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013

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The Love Letter

On ink filled parchment,
I wrote my love to you.
I stained it with my heart,
And wrote nothing untrue.

I took my feather quill,
And dipped it in the inkwell.
I filled the page with ardor,
As my concern began to swell.

My passion filled the page,
Sweet scribbles of my fondness.
My desires written to be known,
To you my heart is confessed.

I kissed the folded letter,
And sealed it with my love.
I placed it in the post,
Waiting for a reply thereof.

It’s been a couple of weeks,
And still no word at all.
I hope the letter reached you,
And that you could read my scrawl.

I wrote you a love letter,
And let my passion flow.
For my heart’s request,
I wanted you to know.

I wrote it in a hurry,
I filled it with my heart’s most.
But I’m still checking daily,
For your reply in the post.

Copyright © Raul Moreno | Year Posted 2009

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Burned

"Playing With Fire"



The heat of the fireplace
enhances the spark,
we know our love
will not fade in the dark.

We kissed amongst
burning candlelight,
your presence alone
brightened my midnight.

Nothing can extinguish
your warming touch,
a lasting impression
that meant so much.

Bound to be burned
As we played with fire,
we could not resist
and gave in to desire.

This kind of scorch
I was lucky to find,
and neither of us
ever seemed to mind.

We were both engulfed
by passion's flame,
and we only have
each other to blame.




November, 20th, 2013

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2013

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A Time of Bliss

A Time of Bliss

Love’s a mystery to everyone falling under its magical spell,
And it would be natural to think we all know it so very well.
But with emotions ripe and afire in this special time of bliss,
It’s easy for those so smitten not to sense something amiss. 

Love’s a most potent alchemy enchanting at once one’s soul,
And when it’s returned in kind it makes one’s life quite whole.
The pure passion that love excites is beyond all earthly compare,
Which makes it an emotive force not subject to any trifled dare.

Love’s a time of bliss when a couple’s very love melds them as one,
And affairs of the heart shape their fate as two souls form as one.
This is the moment when lovers rejoice in such unbridled pleasure,
When each knows they’ve found a love so rare for eternity to treasure.

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved – February 1, 2015
(Rhymed Quatrain)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

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My Birthday Treat

Tonight is my birthday and I'm in for a surprise
My darling desires to thrill my eyes
The living room is set and the lights are turned low
Scented candles are lit as I await what she shows

Soft ballads play from rock bands we adore
To my left she enters such beauty amour
In sexy black lace with traces of deep red
Her curvaceous shapes play with my head

Teasing and taunting in her gypsy style dance
Erotic she is, my eyes captured in trance
Pouting she writhes alluring my clutch
Staying out of reach, denying me of touch

Scintillating movements as she edges real close
Her perfume entices my desire to pursue
My hearts now pumping in manly crave
As I catch her kisses in loving threw

Closer she dances as she takes my hand
As I arise and join her as we take to the floor
Embraced we are on this special night
Passion awaits with my girl I adore

Touchingly we kiss as our hands declare
Revealing to each other our bodily joys
Blissful caressing declares our time
Our bodies unite in loving employ







http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-14.php

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2010

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Our Love and Passion Always Forever

Since I met you my love the passion I harbor 
for you knows no bounds or limits since our
love is genuine, special, and from the heart—
I’m always so happy to be with you my darling.

Every time I see you and we meet, it’s just like
starting over with both of us so glad to see one
another with that hopeless expectation of two 
young kids with emotions and passions on fire.

Your kiss and your very touch release an ardent
and burning desire each and every time we caress 
and hold one another so rapturously becoming one
at times shedding true tears from Cupid’s very arrow.

Our love—so special, so sensual, so real and true
gives us that unique reality of two lives and souls
united as one and always so very confident in our
lives as lovers, best of friends, and soul mates. 

When we’re together no explanations are ever needed
as we both are most confident as one in what God has
star-charted for our destiny on this Earth and in Heaven
since the power and passion of our love is endless.

My Darling you and I are very much one of Cupid’s
success stories in finding one another, being always
together, and facing what life throws at us each day
yet always secure in our destiny and love as one.

My Darling, only poets and dreamers can see and
visualize the exquisite beauty of what we share in 
our life together and the love we possess which is 
worth walking to the very ends of this Earth for. 

My Darling, My Love this is indeed our storied walk 
together through this life and later into that infinite 
Cosmos beyond as two best friends and lovers as ONE
in love with true passion always forever and forever!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, 
(November 24, 2014) (Unrhymed Quatrain)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2014

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To A Secret Love

In my heart I've always loved you
Always thought you good and kind
Though I know you do not know me
Know you're always on my mind

Nights of darkness pass unbroken
By your smile and gentle ways
How I wish that you were present
Here beside me all my days

Light or darkness, rain or shadow
Thoughts of you are light to me
Now I pray that as you read this
Thoughts of me would kindly be

I would be your slave forever
Just to bring a smile or two
Have you walking life beside me
All your blest commands to do

How I hope that you will greet me
Pray you'll see my desp'rate case
Should you not, my heart would founder
Longing for your smiling face



About this poem: It is trochaic, meaning that it starts with a stressed syllable and alternates between a stressed and unstressed the whole way through. The syllable count is 8.7.8.7. Although I wrote this from the viewpoint of a man, it could be read either way.

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2013

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The Hearts Warmth

It is the gift
when none was expected
It is providing those things
for those who are neglected

It is a word
when feelings are down
A pat on the back
though you fell on the ground

Joining forces
with those rejected
Helping compleat
so work is perfected

The hearts warmth 
is in sharing a game
The hearts warmth 
is in giving a name

The hearts warmth
an emotional theme
A feeling of comfort
receiving an offering

Copyright © john loving iii | Year Posted 2010

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Burning Embers

Always we’d break up. We’d get back together, passion-thirsting in hot summer’s weather. We’d quench our desires from love’s brimming cup. We’d get back together; always we’d break up. Not long would it last, and around the fall, you would disappear. Then would come the pall smothering my joy, summer gone so fast. And around the fall, not long would it last! No matter where you went, I still harbored hope that you would return. That was how I’d cope. Through fall’s chill and bitter disappointment I still harbored hope no matter where you went. A fire still lingered there, deep inside my soul, and over it, my heart had no control. One thought of you, I’d feel it start to flare deep inside my soul! A fire still lingered there. A new year would come in gloomy autumn’s wake. A vow to never take you back I’d make! But after winter came the spring, you, and sun! In autumn’s gloomy wake, a new year would come. Oh, those burning embers - when you would return, for my resolve would melt; by June, I’d burn! How quickly I’d forget my sad Novembers when you would return. Oh, those burning embers! By Andrea Dietrich, another swap quatrain written 2/15/13 for the Burning Embers Contest of Gail Angel Doyle

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013

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Lovers Utopia

Magical crescent moon
Shining on the path below
Lighting the way for lovers
Together as they stroll

Exploring the enchantment
Of the animals and the trees
Finding their own Utopia
Beneath natures canopy

Together they may hear
A love birds sweet melody
As the crickets and a bullfrog
Seem to join in harmony

Sparkling stars and dewdrops
Fireflies dance about merrily
As winds song within the leaves
Plays a lovers symphony

The smell of jasmine in the air
Rose and chamomile so sweet
With just a soft hint of patchouli
A lovers perfume as they meet

The mystery and excitement
Passionate kisses, perfect date
These two lovers souls connect 
In this mesmerizing place 



Copyright © Lena Townsend | Year Posted 2009

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Jingle Bells

Christmas shopping I will go
Red kettles at department stores
Sidewalks covered in snow
Bell-ringers spreading Christmas joy

Volunteers bring Christmas cheers
Give a dollar or two or more
For the needy the bells ring clear
Red kettles need to be filled

Goodwill is in the air
Giving donations is what it's about
For those in despair
It's the Christmas sharing and giving part


"Jingle Bells" for Kim's contest

Copyright © Connie Gildersleeve | Year Posted 2012

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The Unicorn Dedicated to Pd For her Birthday

~The Unicorn~ There is a woman who has a passion Not for a man and not for a fashion Her passion is for a horse, a horse with a horn. Commonly known as a mystical unicorn. This mythical beast from days of yore Did it walk on this hallowed land before? The Bible mentions this unicorn But the science says it’s a beast with one horn. It’s placed where the horn is on a rhinoceros So what is that trying to tell the lot of us? Those unicorns did not roam about I know that’s hard love, please don’t shout The mythical beast of charm and of love Is just a rhinoceros to you and me, my dove? The Bible talks of it with other beasts Not mythical ones, that now have all ceased. What it means is a beast with just one horn But not the mythical mystical unicorn But for you PD I will start to seek For a horse with a horn that would be labelled a freak. I will scour the lands up hill and down dale I will lift every stone and turn every hay bale If this horse with a horn is what you desire I will spend my time searching-until I expire. For you with a passion for a horse with a horn I’ll search for ever to find your mystical unicorn But if I expire before my quest is done I’ll get an apprentice, and he can find one.
© 10/09/2012 ~GG~

Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2012

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Laughing Towards Ecstasy

I want to make you laugh
Till you're rolling on the floor
I won't be satisfied
Until you beg me for more

Passion mixed with laughter
Can truly be divine
No one else's fingers
Are anything like mine

They will fill you with pleasure
your heart can't help but race
You try to stop laughing
Tears stream down your face

Laughter becomes rapture
I know what you like best
I place my hands gently
A feather like caress

The rhythm becomes faster
My touch is more firm
No longer wanting laughter
With sweet passion you burn

Years we've been together
I still make you laugh every day
But in the end
This is my favorite way

Linda/ PD's make me laugh contest

Laughter with a twist.


Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013

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Lessons Well Learned

Lessons Well Learned

(from The John Poems)

You taught me what love is
     then took it away.
You became my sunlight
      then banished the day.
You awakened my body
      to love of a man
Then condemned me to live
     without the touch of your hand.
You brought life to my heart
     and opened my soul;
You nourished my mind
     and made me feel whole.

But now thanks to you,
     I've also learned pain.
I know now that loneliness
    Can drive you insane.
I've learned of betrayal,
     loneliness, mistrust---
And I know understand
     the myth that was us.

Copyright © Mary Oliver Rotman | Year Posted 2015

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Who Do You Want me to Be

Who do you want me to be tonight
Who do you want me to be?
A teacher, a school girl, a fairy bright
I am tired of being me

Who do you want me to be, my love
Tell me, I’m longing to know
A secretary, boss, or cleaning girl
A nymph with a shimmering glow?

Who do you want me to be, my man
I want  to play your game
A slave in your desert haram
A woman without a name

Who do you want me to be tonight
Unleash that sweet fantasy
I’ll be whoever you’re dreaming of
And guide you to ecstasy

Who do you want me to be, my love
I’ll be just who you desire
All that I know, my man, my life
Is that I long to stoke your fire!

Eileen Manassian Ghali

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013

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The Reflection

"The Reflection"
by:  Eric L. Boddie

Deep in your eyes, there is Beauty
At the surface of your eyes, there is Beauty
Throughout the rest of you
Sexiness is always on duty

Only if you Truly Believe In God
Will you understand just how Beautiful you are
Your face is just so precious
And your frame has experienced more curves than a car

Unless a man is deaf, dumb and blind
He has no choice but to see
All the Beauty that lives within you
Even the gay men will agree

Before God Created Woman
It is obvious that He Thought Of you
You are the Reflection Of His Blueprint
That's why your Beauty is oh so true

Lost in your image
Were my eyes when we first met
I never tried to get with you
One of the few things I regret

Even if I never see you again
I know that He Has Truly Blessed my Life
For He Allowed me to meet a lady and friend
Who can make any man a perfect wife

Copyright © eric boddie | Year Posted 2016

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The Meaning Of Love

The Meaning of Love

Sitting on the water the moon dipping in his toes
Water rippling down, towards the sea it goes.
Making love under the moonlit sky so bright
As one together, on one never-to-be forgotten night.

Ripples of water matched by ripples of fear
Trembling together but not even near
Eons apart but matched in one thought
It cannot be stopped, it cannot be fought.

The moon need not be there, the river may dry up
The stars never seen, the wine they did not sup
Together they can be as one without even a touch
In thought and word only, the passion too much.

To fetch the passion to it’s desired end
Words of love and time one needs to spend
To come and reach the final conclusion
Together as one, it is no illusion.

Happiness can be reached though eons apart
Though time and circumstance tug at the heart
To never be alone in word thought or deed
Always to be there, when the other is in need.

© 22/12/2012 ~GG~

Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2012

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I Remember the Day

I remember the day when comments were the main
They're all very instrumental to the Soup's mainframe
Some comments are influential that created other writes
And many were like tuition that kept us crisp and bright

But there now appears a drought growing larger every day
We need to increase our comments as they help us write our says
Maybe it's time for change, for the Soup to alter it's route
Many foundations have recently left, will others follow suit

The columns showing us the views, tells us nothing at all
How many have clicked on a poem thinking that's a bit of a trawl
So another poem was open and not a word was read
So basically the views are worthless, because comments are our thread

We can learn from our comments but we will never learn from the views
It's our democratic choice for all, of what we do and choose
Nothing stays the same for ever as it appears to be
It's still the worlds best poetry site, that's down to you and me




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup-13.php

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2010

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Neptune and Pele

Pele shared her rage; passionate she boiled
For her love feisty, my Ke aloha 
Sweet ocean, caress... pilialoha
Massaging her beach, my waves gently toiled.

 Are you my niece, love? Young Vulcan’s sister? 
Answering, she said,  “Come… E kipa mai! 
 Who are you, Kahu? Tell me… be not shy. 
 Neptune, god of sea,  said I, and kissed her.

 Kamapua’a! Stay back… no, I say! 
Spewing fire, she spurned my advances kind
So gently, gently, I touched her face, mind,
But her heart was fire, unquenchable lei- 

Lani my brother’s, she must be my niece!
 Have you fled west, from Olympian mount? 
 Haumea’s child you’ll not me surmount!   
I honoured her account, to keep the peace.

 You are of Na-maka-o-kaha’i! 
 Her husband is passed, our quarrel should, too! 
 I know her not, sweet, as the ocean’s blue! 
 I know you I desire! Ask me not why. 

She quivered, then broke, then asked me again,
In her voice, thunder, in her eyes, mother,
She, land creator, began to stutter,
 Who are you, truly? Are you foe… or friend? 

 Suitor, I am, and passionately ask 
 Here in my waves, where love steamy rages, 
 Share with me fire, inscribe my soul’s pages. 
 May I, dear beauty, in your passion, bask?

 Akua akamai… Aloha Kai 
She softened,  Would you love? Blaze? Ignite? Scorch? 
 My love burns suitors… molten earth, my torch  
 Or would you, Neptune, far from my shores fly? 

I chuckled,  Beauty! You cannot harm me! 
 Water does not burn, rather heals... with touch 
 I see your pain, but I can teach you much! 
Then offered with grace my humility.

The goddess and god, the water and fire,
We offered each other a little death
For life lived unbared had run out of breath
We split continents with wanton desire

Her passion cascade, in waves black and red
She showered upon cerulean fleece
For I had dressed in brilliance for release;
Mariana’s depths, my passionate bed.

The earth quaked in fear, mighty tsunami
Warned mortals to flee! Intoxicated,
Our passions extreme. I, Neptune, sated
The capricious Pele, ma’alili.

She simmers, now, the dormancy she braves
That nani moana would trill her shore
Sleepless, as crashing surf promises more
Of passionate storms and amorous waves.

6-25-15

Copyright © Matthew Wetter | Year Posted 2015

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Amidst a Flowery Meadow

Amidst a flowery meadow we walked this sunny day
Two in love a wandering to find a place to lay
We happen across an Oak tree, as old as old can be
Below it's green filled canopy, we lay in love so free

We chatted and chatted for ages amidst this greenery
Our minds knowing our eventual, to be naked and so free
We turn to face each other, leaning in we share a kiss
Our eyes know our looks, to be in desirable bliss

Lips now touch like whispers, in gentle delightful flow
Urging excites our wants, our desires in us grow
Slowly I undo her buttons revealing charms so sweet
Her body reflects my attention, in pertness rising greet

Cupped I kiss her gently, her hands run through my hair
Her torso openly naked, whilst the Oak can only stare
Sighs now resonate across this meadow of colour
She whispers words of crave, delight my wanting flower

I touch, I kiss and caress, this bloom in radiant pink
Two now become one, as we start to love in sync
Frantic kisses now shared in lusting craving require
Our orchestrated echoes confirm our wanting loving desire

Amidst a flowery meadow we walked this sunny day
Two in love a wandering to find a place to lay
Our passion and love flowed in this lovely flowery place
Below the oldest of Oak trees, lovingly we graced












http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-19.php

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2011

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Desire of the pains of love

looking deep into her face
for minutes at a time
one finger in her hair
more pleasent than the chime

I've long dreamed of her touch
dreams to caress her mind
holding her close to heart
and we'll together bind

so close she is to me
I reach and touch her lip
gently with my finger
though lusting for her hips

and either I should kiss
as either would be bliss
as my hands draw on her
and we end so breathless

I see her hand in mine
I'd know it without sight
warming and soft to feel
I'd hold it all my nights

I wished to delve her mind
I wished to know that girl
let her sorrow be gone
unto me I shall feel

never distort the air 
nor show signs of concern
if I hold her to me
little to be discerned

but that's not who I am
to see through rosey shades
be draped in silken cloth
that's not how I was made

I see what could calm me
her sinuous body
lovely before all eyes
teasing me wantonly

see the unloved lover
so wretched to behold
I'll keep my eyes above
yet my heart remains cold

Copyright © Christopher Williams | Year Posted 2005

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When True Love is Found

As the clock strikes midnight
And there's a full moon in the sky
Into our room she walks
Something catches my eye

It's the black lacy piece she's wearing
Hemmed low to draw me in
Revealing curves of delight
Tanned undulations of skin

Her sexy swagger delights
As I turn from the window to view
The man in me hungers
Excitement now flows through

We stand in hold together
Our hands in wandering mode
I pray this night never ends
As our future hours erode

Our cries like anthem sounds
Echo from our hearts
Two souls from broken pasts
Cementing their new start

We awake in the morning
Spooned from captured joy
This first of many a night
True love, this girl and boy

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2010

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Lost in a moment

Lost in a moment
A breath of time
A single point
On the worlds spine
A single minute
Frozen in space
Held by a kiss
Held in its place
It tingles 
And shimmers
And shakes 
And trimmers
It rolls 
And rocks 
In vicious
Aftershocks
But it holds
And lasts 
Erasing 
The past
Caught in time
A web of desire
Caught in a touch
A feeling of fire
A click of a shutter
A flick of a brush
A moment captured
By passion and lust
Feeling you tremble
Seeing you shake
Feeling the heat
The two of us make
Longing
And yearning
Throbbing 
And burning
Moaning 
And gasping 
The moment 
Is lasping
Grasping 
Im holding
As I watch
You folding
Into my arms
Into my lap
Between my legs
Safely they wrap
Around your back
Pulling you close
Making you feel 
What you need most
Look in your face
Look in your eyes
Kissing you soft
As the firelight dies
Feeling your mouth
Wet on my lips
Drinking you in
Your taste I sip
Running my tongue
Down your skin
Tasting your salt
Where my mouth has been
Your aching 
And pressing 
As your slowly 
Undressing
Im touching 
And feeling 
Your body 
So willing
So hot 
You get
making
you wet
making you
moan 
making you 
sweat
Lost in this moment
This breath of time
This single point
Frozen in time
Holding you tight
As you fall asleep
This moment this memory
Forever ill keep







Copyright © Jeremy Moore | Year Posted 2011

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THE CONTEST WINNER

I have entered many poetry contests
to display my best...an amazing number of sixty or more,
only one of my poems has won first place;
poets are like enduring athletes who fight to the very core! 
 

One big hurray goes to myself for the first win,
congratulations to the other participants
who are on the top of that list, or have been
awarded Honorable Mentions for their efforts!  


When my poem doesn't make it to the finalists's list,
I don't feel discouraged, I brazen out the doubt and try again;
even Lance Armstrong, with his skills, can't always win his race,
and the trophy must be given to someone else!


I rejoice when some of the chosen poets appear 
on the winners' list; I am happy for their accomplishment,
and into a word-restricted message's box I gladly comment
on their poetry...with the insight of an achiever!


And for those whose names never made it as previously thought,
I honestly tell you, from experience, not to be a bit discouraged...
your time will come when your enthusiasm will require a big shout;
never put the word, " Winner " to rest, write for fun and persist instead! 


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2009

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Finally

Place your hand, my dear, upon the very hand that holds you Place your lips, so soft, to taste and wet with mine Place your eyes to see, reflections of our one heart As we two embrace, together at this time It’s been too long, my love, since we opened up our souls Stirred up our passions, come together, as we do now I’ve been waiting so long, to press my lips to yours, love Releasing inhibitions that hold us back, somehow

Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2009

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After the Rains

The sensuous two as the rain cascades
Droplets of pleasure like sweet lemonade
Lips in lock exciting their desire
To silken sheets they loving retire

Whilst the winds carry droplets of rain
Internally they connect creating loving champagne
In sync, in rhythm, they joyously caress
Their hips grinding in bodily bless

The rains appease as their loving slows
Two souls united in sensuous glow
Face to face they lie in contented touch
Eyes closed they sleep in tender clutch







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Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2010