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My Submissive

A chance meeting; circumstances improbable,
leading to something beyond all imagination.
From the first sight I knew deep within my soul,
that she would be mine.

Her dark chocolate hair and infinite, soulful eyes;
black circles that could swallow a universe.
Her smile, scared of what may be yet welcoming with desire.

We kissed almost immediately, drawn together by forces unseen,
deep and intimate, exploring one another erotically.
The lightest touch sending fire through my very being.

The connection was indisputable; 
our lives intertwined in moments,
stars aligned to create an inseparable union;
man and woman, Dominant and submissive.

Hardly any time passes before our bodies again touch,
in a way most intimate. 
I inside her.

Over time our bond builds,
grows, strengthens and encompasses us fully.
Lust becomes desire, want becomes need;
like becomes love.

Forever connected as nature is to man
we shall now and always be.
I am her Master.
She is my submissive.
And together we are free.

Warren Dec. 2014

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My Thanksgiving

On this day of remembrance,
To give thanks for what we own,
Many are much more somber,
And sadness is the tone.

I can sit here and ponder,
All that I don’t have,
Or choose to put on joy,
Like an ancient herbal salve.

We all have a perspective,
That we view our lives from,
Sanguine or naysayer,
The contented and the glum.

I may have few possessions,
Noteworthy wealth in my life,
But I have riches like a king,
In people like my wife.

My life may be in turmoil,
As chaotic as a twister,
But family is my anchor,
In the love of my two sisters.

I have a roof over my head,
And meals three times a day,
I have the understanding of family,
As I rest, write and play.

My body desires to fail me,
And at times my mind gives way,
My thoughts often hazy,
And melt like warm sorbet.

My family has a value,
That surfeit gold cannot compare,
And regardless of possessions,
I have nothing to despair.

Upon this day of thanks,
While food conceals the table,
Take time to love your family,
While you still are able.

Warren Wurzburger
November, 2010

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Chuckles and Gryphon

Tragedy has stricken and lives are shaken,
Loss and damage, precious life is taken.
Yet through positive energy, sweat and tears,
These two lovers overcome their fears.

Chuckles and Gryphon have conquered the foul,
Soaring high like the graceful hawk owl.
Though their lives were torn asunder,
They persevered the trials, never going under!

Together they stand, strong and devoted,
As friends look on, their trials noted.
Strength has been given, and strength received,
Through it all, they always believed.

To them we sing praises and look upon,
Their elegance and beauty as the prettiest of swans’.
Their energy is what we shall all aspire,
For in their anguish they still Inspire!

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The Glance

It began as a simple, single glance,
A stolen look as the two sets of eyes meet,
So briefly yet so intently.

The connection was so strong that they both looked away.
How could such an innocent thing,
be so lascivious.

The night goes on and she avoids him
But he is not so strong.
His desire piqued he longs for another look.

And it happens.
Unplanned perhaps,
Or was it?

The two back into one another and turn simultaneously.
Now they are face to face, soul to soul,
And denial is off the table.

Her eyes so dark, so needy.
He can see the longing deep within her
and wants to fill it.

But there is more there, much more.
Somehow their souls have touched
And they will be forever connected. 

All because of a simple, single glance.


Warren W. 12/14

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One Year

31,536,000 seconds and we age one year,
Time never to be replaced,
Things we did and did not do,
All the happiness and all the fear.

525,600 minutes and we age one year,
Edging closer to our demise,
Finite things to see and love,
To touch and to hear.

8,760 hours and we age one year,
The choices that we made,
Remaining safe behind our masks,
Or risk shedding a tear.

365 days and we age one year,
Following a narrow path,
Steady and acquiescent did we stay,
Or off the trail did we veer.

52 weeks and we age one year,
Our youth falls far behind,
Activities we much enjoyed,
Now too much to bear.

12 months and we age one year,
The people we have met
The places we have gone
The faces we did wear.

4 seasons and we age one year,
Life now so expeditious,
The future becomes blurred
And the past becomes so dear.

By Warren Wurzburger
June 2011

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Today

Morning grows across the sky,
the dawn of a new day,
sunlight breaks amidst the clouds,
a guest unresolved to stay.

The lakes surface shimmers blissfully,
with a calmness all its own,
and helps my mind to settle,
as I sit there all alone.

Decisions drench my mind,
Like a storm filled with rage,
Torrents of emotions,
Trapped within this cage.

So many years together,
Seldom were we apart,
Now crashing down upon me,
Engulfing my spirit, my heart.

Today I have chosen,
Painful as it may be,
To start my life over,
For now I am free.

The pain of duplicity,
Always mine to bear,
Forgiveness seems to distant,
As my eyes fill with tears.

I can stay in deep depression,
Thoughts too heavy to weigh,
Or choose to live a life,
That shall begin today.

Warren Wurzburger May 2, 2011

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Home Less

Cool days, wind blows the leaves around,
The sun lowers its head, giving way to darkness,
Tepid gives way to bitter chill,
As doors and windows close.

My roof tonight is the heavens,
And my pillow the news from last week,
An old blanket, socks like Swiss cheese,
The cold piercing to the very bone.

The God that I have never seen,
Speaks to my soul,
Although these streets seem hostile,
Tonight, I am safe.

As the soft snow begins to fall,
A white blanket shares my bed,
My fingers numb,
As I pull my tattered cover higher.

Restless sleep, cars drive by,
I am invisible to most,
Perhaps tomorrow someone will care,
And mercy will be shown.

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Emah

Six years ago you left us,
Upon this very day,
Bound for Heaven’s glory,
An angel on her way.

The life you had was full of pain,
And sorrow filled your heart,
Yet somehow still you managed,
In your children, love impart.

Strength you did not have,
And hair gone from your head,
As silently and cold,
You lie on your last bed.

We buried you in pine,
Just the way you did want,
No pageantry or splendor,
No value did you flaunt.

Mourning seemed to last forever,
For your three girls and me,
No longer to speak with you,
No more would we see.

Too soon life returned,
And the day to day was sought,
Our minds forgot your wonder,
And the joy that you wrought.

But today my mind is full,
Thoughts of you remain,
They push aside the joy,
And fill my day with pain.

If you look down from Heaven
And chance to see me cry,
Know it’s out of love for you,
Never wanting that cruel goodbye.

We will love you till the end,
Until our time to go,
Then meet you by a stream,
Where milk and honey flow.

Six years ago you left us,
Our mother and our friend,
An angel has her wings,
Until eternity’s end.


Warren Wurzburger
May 2010

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Last Night

It began mundanely as ever.
Us, together. Nothing unusual.
Nothing unique, nothing portentous.

I wondered if I had upset you;
I tend to believe that too often.
It's seldom true.

We spoke.
You spoke, I listened.
We never do that enough for me.
But we did last night.

Minutes passed, then an hour,
then two. Something had changed.
Was it you? 
Was it me?

Did I know then what had happened?
Not at all. But neither did you, I believe.

Soon we laughed for the first time of many.
Another thing we often neglect.
Not by design nor from lack of want;
just life, I suppose.

A good night. Would I dare ask for more?
Indeed, I could.
And did.

We don't make love; it's not our way.
You want your passion raw, earthy, animalistic.
I do too, so I've learned.

It pleases me to take you there.
So we sojourned in our own way,
me leading you to the summit.

Afterglow. We cuddle.
The place where I fall asleep.
But not last night.

Holding hands, you took mine.
Talking and more laughter,
it's extraordinary now. So much so.

Time has stopped yet still ticks past.
Then we cry together. You never cry.
But you did last night.

More talk, more laughs. 
Last night has become elevated.
It has become a life in itself.

Inside myself, I can feel
the race gets underway;
my heart, my mind or my soul.
Two can never win.

A thought. A word. A look. 
Again?

We take one another into an embrace.
Sensation. Fervor. A bite of your flesh.
More than once.

The exquisite blood.

And at the apex, we meet.
The universe is gone.
what remains is us.
my heart, my mind, my soul.
All have won, last night.

Can this be ours? Was it even real?
Yes. Oh so real.
And for the rest of our lives, our souls have changed.
Have Grown.
Have bound.
All from just last night.

Warren Wurzburger
12/19/2015

335 Words; Poetry, Free Verse; Tag: Love, Relations, Sex, Souls, Oneness, life

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For My Cathy

August 15, twenty eighteen,
a subtle meeting, unforeseen.

sensual hair, chocolate eyes,
a smile full of joy.
Soft touch, gentle kiss,
a sensation to enjoy.

But behind all the gentleness,
a thin veil hangs low.
It isolates pain from pleasure,
and separates the status quo.

Behind that sheer fabric,
awaits a life, taboo.
A place few have seen,
a place for me and you.

Two souls that ignite each other,
flames that may be twin,
Impossible to fall so fast,
but yet destined to win.

The connection is so powerful
there is no denying the feel.
Its scary and its frightening,
but it's also so, so real.

This kind of love is rare today
found in fairy tails and myths.
It is the stuff of legends,
the emotional pith.

You are my one true love,
in life, my forty-two,
everything else is futile,
except for me and you.


Warren Wurzburger
8/20/18