Best Lovedesire Poems
Permit me if you will to speak of
this great obscurity called love
I am not here to preach or feed
your preconceived clichéd ideas
of linguistic and rhythmic words
live above and dove.
I am here to invoke what is
already deeply embedded in the
very Fabrics of your soul.
I want to insight that traitorous
smile that creeps in on a long
day When the sanity of your
heart won’t let your mind be
whole.I am not talking about
the rushing waves that caress
the contours Of her body as you
stare into her eyes and make
love to her entire being with
just a single kiss.
It is that silent completion that
just her mare presence is
enough And to hear her speak
is simply pure bliss.
I am enraged by the notion that
love is only an emotion,a feeling
A state of mind that comes and
goes like a headache.It surely
makes my head ache when I
see so many emotional
Structures fade because the
foundation were built on
temporary Infatuated bricks.
It is not the desperate
yearnings of companionship nor
the loneliness but the blind
ambition to attain love that
most angers me.
we settle for a good perception
in place of perfection t o ease
our conscious.
If could open your eyes then I
would eradicate your illusions
and place love in your hand for
you to taste it.I said If could
open your eyes then I would
eradicate your illusions and
place love in your hand for you
to taste it.
It is not a feeling of butterflies
in your stomach when they
appear.Hell it isn’t even in the
silent whispers as you attempt
to gather your breath from the
sweet wrath of her bosom.
Its more refined like 1953
corvette or a 1960’s chevrotte
impala you would love to own
one but settle for a 5series
BMW instead it is not the value
but the overall cost that most
frightens you.
So instead of saving we invest
in physical pleasures and
material things. We become
luminary in satisfaction and
perfectionists in pleasure.
It is best to detach from all lust
and desire if it will only pro long
the joy and serenity of soul
matched beings what are we in
the end if we have all we desire
and lack the love we need?
will you take my hand
lead me
not into your bedroom
but into your heart
a fire burns inside
a desire for only you
a desire for your love
as much as i would
love for you to take me
into a world of passion
i am a patient man
and the aching inside
my soul for your love
is stronger than my
want for your body
i long to touch you
but only with fingers
of love
a love that sends waves
of tenderness into
the very depths of you
and sends ripples of
excitement back into me
for your heart
will you take my hand
lead me to you
lead me into a true love
that lust could never conquer
passion could never quench
a heart that could never betray
could you do that with
a touch of your hand
as i look at you the mirror reflects a striking picture of youth
and beauty
such elegance and allure
a desire to hold a desire to love
i like to hear the out side world ,to hear your such sweet voice
as i weep i will gentle fall asleep
my dreams are forever in your arms .
the nightwalker
His love is a burning fire,
Desperate to consume all of me.
His touch melts me ore’ and ore’,
Burning desire and love.
Revealed without an end,
He is all of me!
Every beat of our hearts,
Fuels the unquenchable thirst.
A cloud without rain I will never be,
Rain without sun I shall never see.
When were together the world stands still,
Infinite he and I!
Without you I’ll never be,
Lonely days I’ll never see.
My burning fire of desire and love,
Desperate am I to consume all of you!
Still searching for love, while looking for peace,
Hoping and praying that you will find me,
So that I can finally be set free,
From the sadness that is left on this lease.
Since my pursuit of you will never cease,
I will make things the way that they should be.
Get rid of you and me to create we,
Folding two hearts together with a crease.
I know that happiness is in your touch,
And my desire for this touch is strong.
But, this desire has become a crutch,
Because I have been crippled for so long.
This touch is something that I want so much,
So being denied this touch would be wrong.
Consider love pulsating through;
The blood in your veins;
With the oxygen;
That gives you breath.
Hands having
A touch;
That could ease your pain;
Would it not sooth you so?
And those from before;
Did they but scratch the surface?
I seek that part of you;
That seldom is seen or heard.
And my hands are they not warm?
It comes from my desire to give you all of me;
And it emanates outward reaching;
With a force so strong it can sometimes heal.
In the smallest of molecules;
Quite possibly a universe onto it’s self;
I am there;
Searching for what makes you what you are.
My desire is in your completion.
And in your moment of sanctuary;
Beyond even my own;
Your comfort is my ambition
Surely you will one day see;
It is I who would stand with you;
On the other side of those walls;
You sometimes hide behind.