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Midnight Secret
*Midnight Secrets*
In the dark, I came alive
~tonight
I found my way
~into the light
Camouflage in lace, my skin glisten,
Towards the wind, I listen!
Skin of envy and gold,
My limbs suddenly unfold,
Gracefully I follow the air,
I found myself without a care,
Every meaning, every feeling felt erotically insane,
Seductively, the night whispers my name,
A freedom flight
~into the night.
My breast, not of a little girl
Beyond the hazes, into another world
My life unto this point had been a riddle
My fingers slither, a play without a fiddle
Circles with motion,
Vibrations and self-soothing lotion,
I touch my self gently,
Thinking of you relentlessly,
Looking around,
The night echoes a whimpering sound,
I want to see, and embrace the secrets inside me,
I squeeze the damp enigma charcoal sheets-
moaning and moaning, repeatedly.
Tucking my silk pillows, groping my knees,
I rub my lids slowly, satisfaction complete,
Falling back into the realm of counting sheep.
~Tonight
by;pd
for contest
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The Trail of a Raindrop
Sudden rain brought me
under your umbrella
for the first time.
For the first time
you were so close to me
with your fragrance.
The umbrella was
not big enough
to cover both of us.
A raindrop was trickling
down your forehead.
I was following it's trail
without listening to you.
Your words couldn't touch me
like the raindrops falling outside.
The trail of that raindrop
uncovers some secrets for me,
your eyes were bluer
than I thought and your
dimples deeper.
I discovered a beauty spot
below your left ear lobe.
Today,I know about all your
beauty spots....
But still now in a rainy day
I want to walk with you
under the same umbrella.
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And They're Still Blooming
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Your magnolia tree
filters the afternoon sun—
I carved our names in its trunk
Those beloved flowers
impregnate the sudden breeze—
You are miles away from here
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The Cherry Kiss
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Closer closer now
Just a touch to the lips dear
Cherry flavor kiss
A little touch love
Delightful fruit 'on tongue
Cherry favorite
For the contest:
A Fruit Kiss
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Pulse
Inner conflict dissolves under your lunar eclipse
playing across my fingertips and lips
tracing the hoodoo of your hips,
causing me to burn down into cinder-sticks
reborn as a Baton Rouge Phoenix
by the gravitational pull of Jupiter
orbiting in your eyes.
Rising above the ashes,
siphoning-off the swamp,
I collide in a slippery mudslide
of euphoria, until steam blows off
and only spring water remains
raining upon soil sprung apart
by the Trident of Hermes,
exposing for us naked iron
to place into a flame
dancing along liquid-skin language.
The extraction of you being the exception,
leaves behind a hole
to bury our fortresses of tragedy
grappling in our roots;
now broken-apart by our roots,
until the last crumbling stone
sprouts into untainted sheaths -
rigid - yet willing to bend
with the mending currents
of change. Becoming cleaner within,
hanging onto a truth to be found
in the wholesome speck of dirt
longing for my fingertips and lips
to feel the hoodoo in your hips;
a complementary dish of duality
alongside your whispers bleeding
into the blood-waves of my heart
merging with your lunar pulse.
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The Write of You
Inspired by the write of you
creamed through a paper sieve to cup
with both hands the leavings that you trail
the write of you
like the chewed edge of hand pressed paper
like the apostrophe of lash on the cheeky page
I ogle the syncopated semen-antic drop of
the write of you
how often does the wonder of you flash
across the film of my eyes unable reach
for I am so enchanted with the coffee-au-lait
write of you
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Honeymoon Serenade Repost
Just as the moon
rises each night
and even as snow
is caressed by its light,
then glowing, I'll rise,
becoming your dawn,
your curved sleeping form
to smile upon.
With eyes like bright stars,
I then will embrace
the landscape of you,
each small line on your face.
And surely you’ll mirror
my worshiping glow,
for I am your moon
and you are my snow.
I’ll keep shining down
with each breath you take.
May I blaze in your dreams
before you awake.
And barely I’ll whisper,
“Keep sleeping, my dear.”
Your faithful beloved,
I’ll always be here.
For the Contest of Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver:
Wow ~ What a gem... Poetry Contest
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Banter in the bedroom
The cares of the world waft away like
the vague images of a forgotten dream
when he climbs into bed beside me.
And my comfort is found in the warmth
of a slight up-curved smile relaxing across
an unshaven face tickling me with a
hundred kisses as I squeal to his delight.
A calloused hand urges the small of
my back gently forward as I fuss in
mock protest of his boyish game.
His eyes gleam indulgently making my
heart swell with such regard I
choke back joyful tears and throw
my arms possessively around him.
With a knowing sigh he draws me in,
cradling me in his capable arms
sworn to provide and protect.
Then he buries his face in my copper-red
hair breathing its henna scent, and
holding me tight, he whispers my name,
swearing love that will never relent.
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Sweet Ecstasy
Dreams of you from far away
Bring us closer in every way
My image and face come into view
As I walk by You call out my name
I turn to look at you , smile
I know what you want
And I like it that way
Flashes and thoughts of you
Visions of us touching bare
The smell of your musky scent
I melt into you without a care
My fingers run through your hair
You snuggling up close behind me
As though we were one heart beating
Rolling on blankets of heavy thick furs
Caught up in this moment of ecstasy
Red flames burn in the hearth
It may be frigid cold outside
Though we haven't a care
As we explore our bodies in time
We take ourselves there
Until our bodies are spent
As sweet slumber comes
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The Curious Moon
A young man leads his girlfriend to a tree
one sultry summer eve as night is looming.
the branches of the old oak form a canopy
under which he leans in for a kiss, assuming
his new love also feels their romance blooming.
The pretty girl is innocent and shy,
but from the boy’s sweet kiss she feels that he
might be her one true love; more kisses make a sigh
escape her lips. Her inhibitions flee,
and touching him arouses her curiosity.
Aglow, they feel a passion all-consuming,
undressing one another as fingers fly.
The curious moon, with incandescence blooming,
peeks down from a star-bedazzled sky.
Young love with moon above shall never die.
Written 10/17/12 for Francine Robert's
Romance me with English Quintains Poetry Contest
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