Part I: Ice
He shines like silver midnight moon -
cool marble statue, this tycoon.
And though he makes the ladies swoon,
of ice he’s hewn.; of ice he’s hewn.
He’s poker-faced and can deceive
competitors and can achieve
most anything, but can’t conceive
of Genevieve, of Genevieve.
Like Neptune, distant from the sun -
relationships he chose to shun.
He thought the search for love was done.
He has no one; he has no one.
Now love’s allure has come his way.
What will he do? What will he say?
Will he grab hold, beg love to stay,
or let it stray? Or let it stray?
Part II: Fire
This dragoness disguised in lace -
passion’s flower with angel’s face,
precisely picks the time and place
each dream to chase, each dream to chase.
Like ink the color red, she stains
the hearts of those whose love she drains,
and then she leaves when naught remains
No lust she feigns; no lust she feigns.
And now there’s one who would suffice.
For him alone, she’d sacrifice
her everything, so he of ice
she must entice, she must entice.
So Genevieve now strikes the flame.
Will man of ice his love proclaim?
Beneath her fire and his cold frame,
they’re both the same. They’re both the same.
By Andrea Dietrich
For Carol Brown's FIRE And ICE Poetry Contest
and now for PD's Best Love poem 3 Poetry Contest
A feast for my womanly inner beast!
I tease, I please, you have me on my knees
I wring my hands, you oint my head
With your fingers locked in my hair of red
You, I call Master!
You have me in a position, as if I was begging for forgiven
My words are bashing with one stuttering sound
Moaning & Moaning,
As you make my head swirl like a merry-go-round
Craving for you to unleash your liquid heaven sound
My body speaks and mumbles a language only meant for you
A touch of intimacy, that lathers up like liquid glue
Sticky but, yet so compelling
My tongue slips silent beloved words of joy into the air
You play the master of this dark solid room
This dungeon has lighter, than one can consume
You engage me* to provoke you with everything I got
Yelling, please master don't ever stop!
At this moment I yearn for your excitement that whips out an appeal
To feel the closeness and arousing sensation of your presence
That melts me and chill me with a flow that does not kill
I'm your thinker
Your muse and poet
You are my composer creating liquid tunes
That expresses the hardness of your boldness
I confess to you my love
You are all I'm dreaming of
You drive your hands all over my body
Reaching every angle my steamy body lends
Encourage me to stimulate your mental needs
You are my master withholding a liquid element
In me you release fluids that hit like a silent tide
A desire that comes with a full force of the fire inside
I crave for the taste of your lips
Your hands on my hips
Your fingers with a tight sensual grip
I dedicate my heart, and my lust
To get lost within every push of your trust
Like a treasure deep underneath the sand
I'm addicted to the feelings you propose within your land
Your hazel eyes are my sunrise
You bring out the obsession,
And my sweet tooth temptation
Like the moon above a misty night
Seducing me in every way in a poetic write
YOU MY LOVE!!!
Your liquid heaven is like the beginning-
-Of my delicious delight!
**A sweet Dedication To Nate**
Tell me Eve,
Does this Garden have everything we need?
Do you think the walls are too tall,
Are the gatekeepers reasonable, tolerable, right about it all,
What did Lilith know, where did she go
Far past the mountain snow,
Why does Father insist that we do not bleed,
Why does he profess perfection like a pantomime
Only to reinforce rules that stymie our affection,
The Angels are so quiet around the pond
Musing over our naked naivety
Smirking about our romantic creativity,
I hear things in the shapeless distance Eve, things colorful and unbound,
Father says I'm a feral in my desire, doesn't know if we will shine,
I want you to be mine, out there Eve,
Where the stars seem nervous for our redemption,
Let's roll Eve, take that scroll,
In our dawn there is no wrong, no ruinous toll,
We're gonna start a New Age,
Year One, a couple that courage stole....
Adam, I don't know what I need, what I feel?
Know this, these walls of beauty feel like prison
What is father's real intention?
I'm aroused by the eternity, and divinity around the fountain of youth
Our father is the only one that knows what the future holds,
Do you think life will hold back and not evolve if it's only you and me?
Adam, our father seems to be a bit greedy
He is the Omega, he will bring us Revelation,
Life is not intended for just one man alone
For, look at the outcome when he got bored of the dinosaur
Right now we have no madness, no reason to cry
Adam, do you sleep well at night?
Father created me to become your better half
The essence of love eats at me before dawn hits my eyes,
These walls talk, they paint a glorious picture of everlasting life in heaven
I am not ashamed to bleed, I am hungry
The tree's whisper words, that tempt the most discerning palate
Institutionalized we are, my husband you will follow leaving everything behind
It's not the nudity you will desire, it's the need to breath from the same rib
We need to touch, we need to reach, we are one
These walls of grace, haven't been tainted by sin
Our Father knows, I, Eve, will allow temptation in
I will take the first bite, from the life that will bring us death
I will swallow the knowledge in hopes one day our souls will exceed his light
Right now all I feel is the truth, and yet I yearn to know what Love really is
Adam, take my hand, let's roll the dice, and find another fitting paradise
Let's take that scroll you mentioned while pleasing my ears
This place does not fit us no longer
For at the end God, will see it is I Eve
Who will bare all his children, plus his ghost
A holy feeling that will wash our daily sins
When we choose to believe,
Then and only then, our Father will welcome us home again.
A poet's collaboration by: Adam & Eve
"All Children Are Beautiful"
His heart of white deep, shallow wells, yet beautiful
He smirks a grin, with an ego that won't let me in' -he's beautiful
Bastard, of beauty, running ashes without a name
A face with no claim, a young man pounding from shame
What is his sin, he's beautiful!
I want to breathe from his ashes, swim through his veins
I want him to come inside my light, like a good dame
I sing and tell a tale, A Bastard through the night
His eyes, I waged, I was young and poor, I was saved
Lying down, in the arms of my white knight
My hair, he caressed, he came in my light
The furnace burned, the night was fast becoming trite
A lover, he did it well, then went back to his wife
A moment so golden, the ages live, his son is born
Another Bastard brought into this world
STAY WITH ME
Stay with me, hold my hands so tight.
Stay with me, I need you here by my side.
Stay with me, until the clouds get dark.
Stay with me, I'll take you somewhere we can hide.
Stay with me, you are the only one I want.
Your breath,your smell that make me high.
Stay with me, I want this room to burn on fire.
I'll let you win this broken heart if you'll stay with me ,tonight.
Stay with me, I need you here by my side.
Stay with me then hold my hands,'til clouds get dark.
Stay with me, there's somewhere else that we can hide.
Stay with me, I'm begging for a one night stand.
This life isn't be this way before,
When I met you, I broke the rules.
I became free and saw the light.
So please stay with me ,tonight!
Stay with me, the time is short.
You'll be gone soon in open door.
Stay with me until my eyes were closed.
So I can save the memories when you stay with me, tonight.
The rain began with striking thunder noise,
the falling drops were pelting on his head;
his bomber's jacket, after shave and poise
anticipated just, her tall spikes' tread.
Her stumbling light steps were quick and graced;
- oh, sightly maid, that fondling drops wet,
he smiles; she smiles, so rarified and laced,
her acrobatic charm and walking fret.
Her wet, Venusian bends enthrall his brain;
those curvatures must be explored and felt,
his tips will tangle in her moistened mane,
her feminine perfume and garter belt!
Athletic is his run upon the quay,
as lightning strikes around, of Zeus wrath,
in style he throws his rendezvous bouquet,
her manicured lithe fingers long to catch!
A flash demolishes the rose bouquet,
another strikes upon his buckle's brass;
resembling Nureyev at ballet
with Dame Fonteyn, he proves his dancing class!
She joins his dance beneath November's rain;
thus, he forebodes her lustful flames and cries,
uncorking the Dom Pérignon champagne,
receives a third flash on his manly prize.
Embraced they dance beneath the rain and kiss
Mille-feuille creamed her finger tips, will fuss
to tease his buds, while deponent his lips
descend to slowly taste her "Charlotte Russe".
© 11-24-2013, All Rights Reserved
(humorous-erotic-light poetry-Iambic pentameter)
Sponsor: Charlotte Puddifoot
Contest Name: Charlotte's Scorchers: Erotic/Sensual Poetry
The mille-feuille is a creamy pastry of French origin.
* Charlotte Russe:
Charlotte Russe is a cold dessert of Bavarian cream set
in a mold lined with ladyfingers.
I wanted you,
I needed you,
Sipping desires from cucumber water
Upon glassy downward slope
Mimicking penetrated thrusts against your core
Beyond gravitational motives, I will take you
Lip transformations unto your incipient hymns
How deep may I go
To make your roots blossom
Will tomorrow suffice?
Or do your heartstrings crave for gentle tugs
Of your chocolate scalp
Observing your cremated lyric
Spread across my precious love
Will you come
May I taste your enigmatic pores
Encompassed within Chopin sonatas
Will you let my chords rest
Within your lilac sensuality
Letting every carnal heartbeat
Latch onto peaks
Of muted want
Your moist, poignant skin
Screaming its answer
©Drake J. Eszes
It’s raining in the corner
Stripes upon the floor
Bloody knife in a barroom door
From a hollowed out gourd
Full of wasps
That rage in my core
Old man Mason
Got a smile upon his face
He knows the fire
And now I got a taste
Can’t stand up
Can’t lie down
Going round and round
Lipstick so red and thick
Devils eyes are on my hip
Right hand of the devil
Is a handgun son
I’m shooting dice
I’m shooting everyone
Woke up in a Philippine jail
I’ll sail for Hong Kong
Once I make my bail
They’ll never find me
The only evidence to tell
Is a tattoo of a broken heart
And a rusty nail
Lover, crawl from caution and bitten tongue
for reticence is the unspoken sin,
each longing unquenched, each fantasy wrung
bring to me now, let rapture begin.
Secrets I will lavish with oil and salt,
doubt I will ravish as pleasure I give,
a nearer heaven will hear you exalt
as you unclench your heart, finally live.
Broach the world with that reserved façade
but what you conceal I would freely grant,
bare desires, let passion ride roughshod
and devotion will enslave and enchant.
There is no shame in flesh, in need or lust
when flesh meets soul and fear submits to trust.
For Debbie Guzzi’s Song to Poem Contest Inspired by: I would Do Anything for Love by Meatloaf Note: Theme is fantasy and trust .. and trust in fantasy... highly romantic and erotic... ; ) Hope I captured that here.
Me a colored blind dreamer
My other senses honed
What can I know about color
I am told red is the color of passion
I feel the heat
I smell the rose in your long black hair
The feel of the red silk nightie I remove from your body
Beneath is your browned skin
smooth and luxurious
I see it with my hands
I travel to pink with my tongue
Separate your lips
Taste the essence of you
I see the blue of my eyes in your smile
As I swim in your ocean
You who knows every part of me
Yellow is the brightness of your soul
You light my spirit
Permeating all my dark corners
You are the color of all my dreams
My rainbow and pot of gold
I am satisfied
Yet I have no desire to leave your embrace
I see and feel all your colors
Satisfy me again
Let me hear the sound of our colors combined