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Tamiviolet Manchas Poem
Oh, Poisiden, you disrupt my sea;
Alter not your color for the likes
Of miserable me;
Your mouth foams in revelry
As I gasp desperately for
One remaining breath;
My rosary floats upon your
Fickle friendship of fury,
For your whims leave me
With goose flesh as
The grapevine wraps itself
Around my throat ~
I bear witness to antiquated
Notes which deceive;
The tongue of thy counterpart
Scorches this bosom...
Nevermore do I grieve,
Yet I swim vainly;
The chastity belt on land
It does remain,
Drowned dreams of delusion ~
Un- new;
I lurk within the shadow of
Door number two.
Copyright © Tamiviolet Manchas | Year Posted 2006
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She and the handsome gentleman finalized the contract, and he gently placed
the antique pearl necklace into the palm of her tiny hand. As he walked away,
she fantasized about making love with him, for he possessed both charm and
exceptional good looks; he certainly was enchanting...thick, black wavy hair,grey-
green eyes...tall...muscular ~ oh, those muscles...all over his tanned body...head
to toe.
But she wondered about that limp as he walked away, depending on a heavy
metal
staff
for
balance...
after all, an eternity of beauty and power in exchange for
one
pathetic
soul.
The evening of the deed was a frigid six degrees, and there was a dead smell of
the sun. She stayed late after work, waiting anxiously until everyone had gone.
Finally, he was alone in his office, so she placed the pearl necklace around her
fragile neck and unbuttoned her red, silk blouse so to reveal her sexy red
camisole.
She entered the office, and gently leaned over him from behind; he was aroused
by the scent of her "Red Door" cologne...his favorite, and his senses were even
more heightened as he turned around and observed her erect breasts speaking
in a language only he understood. With his large hands, he slowly explored her
thighs, making his way up her black skirt.
"You have beautiful legs."
"You think so, huh?"
They kissed, and the necklace brushed his chest; he didn't feel well, at all. He
was hot...so hot, and his body began its metamorphosis, retaining a grayish
tinge....then blackish...
He
burst
into
flames;
then, disappeared along with all omens of the deed.
She walked over to the black wrought iron mirror and smiled; her wrinkles were
gone...vanished...just as promised; she was ten years younger.
The windows began sweating, and the handsome stranger appeared.
"I have one more assignment for you."
"But we made a deal, one soul."
She began to feel peculiar, and as she viewed herself in the black mirror, she
began aging...ten years...twenty...thirty...she pulled out a large clump of thin, white
hair.
The room darkened from his moonly mind.
"My dear, the other soul...is yours."
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I have a new lover, the best that I have had in a while; he satisfies my insatiable
appetite...
anytime ~
day
or
night;
He is Italian, and he brings his very own pesto sauce for me to spread...
all over his large body;
Oh ~ his meat...thick...tantalizing...so tasty, and his buns ~ oh, so warm...
If you are lonely some evening, and you need to be satisfied, one call and he is
soon there...ready...
just
for
you...
Of course, there is plenty if you are a sharing soul. Our initial meeting occurred
today when my daughter brought him home...
"Mom, I would like you to meet Quizno, the Ultimate Italian sub."
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Winter whispers goodbye as
aggressive March cleanses
the Earth in preparation for
yellow hyacinths and
purple irises.
Free spirits enter with the
fierce wind, anticipating
renewal, living...yet waiting...
for always.
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I do cry for you at night, baby, and I am frightened of this love, for the love you
make is to my mind;
i want to satisfy every fantasy; make it reality.
So much I see in you...
Brilliance.
Kindness.
Sensuality.
Creativity.
I run for fear of being burned again, and I cannot allow that...ever.
I'm enchanted, trapped in a spell of delusions because I am unable to touch
you...
taste you...
feel your warmth upon my neck...
feel your mouth on my dark, erect nipples.
Do you know how much you turn me on...? How much I want our tongues to
explore....? Everywhere.
So deep, go deeper into me, and
promise me forever.
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Let our passion travel
As the speed of light;
Allow the snow to lick
Our bodies and freeze
Ecstasy.
Devour this mystery
Which time is unable to
Debase, where dreams are
As jeweled clocks.
Your truth
Lies within
The freedom of
My castle walls.
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The
night
struggles
with
illusions
of
drowning
in
a
warm,
turquoise
sea...
Tiny
grains
of
sand
float
in
front
of
eyes
opened
wide
as
we
sink
deeper...
deeper...
trapped...
in clarity.
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Description: This piece deals with lies and deception...really....I am actually
quite serious here.
You are twenty years older than me, yet so captivating, but yesterday is too close
and tomorrow...
full
of
regret,
as I am caught between your deception and the warmth between your thighs.
You know that I am a creature of the wind...
Wild.
Tame.
Free.
But honest.
Your playground is a battlefield where you conquer...defeat...destroy self-respect
with shattered glass and discontent.
I say goodbye with a straight face, although I feel as a ghost; no one will know
about the gashes that will long remain on my spine, or the muddy secrets
concealed within the lines of my hand.
My black eyes silently scream from your indifference, especially when I lie in bed
at night...
alone.
After all, if you don't want me; then, please...
stop climbing on top of me.
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I feel the safety of your strong arms wrapped around the small of my back; your
kiss, so tender, consummates our love in a room pervading of soft, rock music,
pink champagne and...
countless white candles.
We dance slowly, and I hear your belt buckle fiercely slap against the mirror as
faded blue jeans fall to the floor; I taste your sweat and know that you belong to
me...
because you want to.
My fingers caress your thick black hair as you sleep ~so peacefully, and I smile
when recalling how I fought your love in the beginning, refusing to feel that much
alive...again...
but changed my mind.
I trusted...
just one more time.
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Her Fate lies on a
Predestined canvas
Of muted red
Darkness speaks truth
Though gifts are silent
Blindly, she feels for
The magical key
That will finally unlock
His lonely chamber
Her spirit is gentle
Ready to disclose the one
She has loved
Forever…
’Drink the blood that patiently
dripped from my heart into
this Sacred Cask, and as you
feel me rushing through
your veins know…I love you’
Can he see beyond
Time’s Regal cloak?
Lift the veil of which separates
logic and emotion?
Sight and touch?
She’s coming for him soon
With the key to his
Rebirth
‘Meet me at the
Bottom of the Spiral Staircase’
The tears she sheds
Belong to him…
For him…
Reaching
Within the nucleus of an
Isolated cell
Love hurts that much
A seemingly black abyss
She descends
Answering to the Dark
Moon's Call
Discovering
The deepest place
That eats away at her flesh...
She’ll sacrifice her life
For Him…
If one moment
His eyes see…
Copyright © Tamiviolet Manchas | Year Posted 2008
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