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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.
for Broken Wing's Form G or GIVE me an NA - Poetry Contest
N/A in Your best rhyming poem Contest judged Feb 2, 2017
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012
From childhood it was a world of two...you and I...
I leaned lightly, leisurely against your heart and you let me in.
We were five I use to draw you rose scented flowers
using an ordinary led pencil. Youth! The world was ours.
Seven! I know that was the first time I saw you blush.
I whispered a song for you so no one else would hear.
Oh when we were nine! The potato sack race. I entered with Lisa.
You gave me that look. Oh that look! And you left without a word.
At eleven years old I had my "magic wink". "A Magic Wink" you'd
say sarcastically. How it made you giggle to make fun of it.
It was at thirteen we decided to burn the gym floor with our moves.
Our first dance. You stole my breath. Emptied the room of oxygen.
Fifteen...we started running and my God we ran and ran...
our shoe prints dug into the concrete. It was then I knew. Forever.
Then suddenly at seventeen in the slip of time you left, dissapeared.
Stunned! I slept through the next two years even in the full light of day.
At nineteen I swam an endless pool but even the chlorine couldn't
clear your scent from my memory as my spirit filled out hard as steel.
Was it on my twenty first birthday you showed up? You showed up
tried to hug me hello. Silent! Cold! I turned and walked away.
Was I still twenty one when I apologized for that day. When you asked
for an explanation. I recited false words but we both knew. Hurt for hurt.
Then at twenty five we still had issues to work out. I asked you bluntly
why you cut me loose in the prime of our youth. You my first and only.
I asked the question that burned in my gut. Without words your eyes spoke.
You were still in love with me. There was only me. I your first and only.
Finally our lips met to never part again. Left to wonder why, I accept our
lives without an answer. My love was that. Why would I have let you go?
Older than old now. One last time you leave. Death makes this choice.
Alone again I remember how I never knew why once you left.
Not everything is explained or understood,
like music by a one arm man playing a violin.
I sport my blank stare. Naked is the body of life.
Mystery sings blind the song of the lark!
i think of you.
March 29 2015
Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2015
It’s almost time and I must run
to watch/read Poetry Soap for fun.
It comes on every day at this time
and I don’t want to miss a single rhyme.
Some are about a long-lost lover
written by a secret poet undercover.
Some are about jealousy and some about trust
with rhyming lines filled with lust.
Competition is part of their game
with bards and musicians hiding their name.
They covet a prize and praise galore
laid at their feet and virtual door.
But when Poet A falls in love with Poet B
you can bet there’ll be flaming words from Poet C.
Or when Poet D gets Poem of the Day
Poet E will have something to say.
Sometimes it’s fun to read the rhymes of hate
whenever I can’t sleep and stay up late.
Battles of wits,
Poets who have fits,
Some who sing,
Some who sting.
Magical flights to lands of old
written with passion and pens of gold.
But it’s the humble ones I adore
whose words are pure, their egos left at the door.
Each episode an unending story
with poets and their pets seeking glory.
It’s addicting like dope.
I don’t want to miss today’s episode of Poetry Soap.
By: Carole O’Terry Duet
“All Rights Reserved”
Copyright © Carole Duet | Year Posted 2017
I went home for lunch,
I never go home for lunch.
When I got to our apartment
I don't know why but I didn't reach for my key.
Francine was at work and I always leave last in the morning.
I was sure I had locked the door but I didn't reach for my key.
I reached for the door knob and turned.
The door was open.
I don't know how I knew.
The moment I entered I knew.
I could feel it,
hell I could taste it.
I started walking but my muscles wouldn't move,
my lungs were grasping for air
for some oxygen
some sweet, sweet oxygen
but I could barely breathe.
“Leave!” I told myself but I kept walking.
Not really walking,
it was like moving through mud,
like a slow motion scene in a movie.
But this wasn't a movie.
This was my life and I could feel it slipping away
from my grasp.
I heard noises!
I had heard those noises a hundred times before,
they were the sounds of an Angel
but this was no heaven
this was my own private nightmare.
The moans traveled through the muck in the air
amplified like the hiss from a distorted speaker.
It mocked me over and over again.
Climbing a mountain might have been easier
but I finally reached the bedroom,
and there they were,
and there she was.
I knew the moment I entered the apartment.
Why hadn't I just turned back?
I could barely see, my eyes were blurry,
covered in layers of my own tears.
I could see her
I knew I had never seen him before.
They were naked and in our bed.
Naked in OUR BED!
How do you that?
How do you cross the line to that extreme?
You'd think the green eyed monster
would control my actions from here on in.
I did see green!
I was insanely jealous but I didn't want to
end up the morning headline in the newspaper.
That monster jealousy was by my side but I took
I'd have to keep him at bay, at least for now.
You'd think I would be mad,
You'd think I'd curse and call her whore.
Being cut open alive must be lest painful than this.
This hacked away at my spirit,
tore away at my self worth.
I felt like a pile of worthless shreds.
I mean my lips moved and words came out...
I think I said,
I'm not sure it all happened so fast,
she never spoke.
I could see the shame on her face
she didn't need to speak,
but I think I said 'Sorry...
I said Sorry and I left.
I wandered for what seemed hours,
it was minutes.
It wasn't like I was meandering to a different drummer;
there just wasn't any music anymore.
I was moving to the rhythm of the beating of my own heart.
Like a broken record it was skipping,
like a broken record it played
in a loop of repetitive monotony.
I suffered in my circled steps
until I couldn't stand it any more.
I found just enough strength
to return to the apartment.
I knew she was gone
I already felt the emptiness in my whole.
We'd never see each other again.
We had been so much.
She was a big part of my life.
She was the love of my life.
I would never love anyone like that again.
So much of her was me.
I thought she was my soul mate.
We let go of all of it.
There is a feeling of betrayal.
A feeling of disgust.
A jealousy that takes over.
I'd never look at her the same again.
Everything she ever did from that day on
would always make me suspicious.
Jealousy would rule me.
Jealousy should never rule anyone.
If you can't trust the people in your life,
friend or lover, you need to remove that
person from your life.
You have to remove that person out of your life.
Trust, is the only gift we can offer.
Friend, lover or stranger!
People can trust me.
My word is my bond.
I let her go,
I really didn't have a choice
I would never be the same again.
She was gone.
She had left a note.
It said Sorry!
We both were.
Sponsor: Verlena S. Walker
Contest Name: The Green-Eyed Monster
Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014
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!
Begging for forgiveness, in a position of love
My words are bashing with one stuttering sound
Moaning & Moaning,
As you make my head spin like a merry-go-round
Craving for you to unleash a liquid heaven sound
My body speaks and mumbles a language 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's all I consume
You engage me, to provoke you with everything I got
Yelling, please master don't ever stop!
At this moment, I yearn for excitement
To feel the 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
Come here and 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
Reaching every steamy spot
Encourage me to stimulate your mental needs
You are the 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 of your command
Your hazel eyes are the 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 the beginning-
-Of my delicious delight!
**A sweet Dedication To My Babe**
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2011
The Secret of the Mortician
Dead, but I got eyes
Prepares my body at the morgue
Opens the chest
Drains the blood from its nudity
Admires my body before it decays
After The process of embalming
His hands run all over
I'm still dead
The next day
Writes an outstanding obituary
I sit on display
Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2015
"All Children Are Beautiful"
His heart of white, deep shallow wells, -yet beautiful
He smirks with a grin, 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 pound 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 into my light, like a good man
I sing and tell a tale, "A Bastard through the night"
His eyes I wage a thousand times, young and poor, I felt saved
Lying down in the arms of my white knight
My hair perfectly caressed, he came to 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 of gold, the ages live, his son is born
"He Was Beautiful!"
Another Bastard brought into this world
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2014
As a young boy
I watch with interest the small man
Wolf Hunter - a wise father of the hunt
He begins an old ritual
coating his knife blade
rich animal blood and tallow fat
Wolf Hunter adds another blood-tallow layer
and another – freeze
A frozen tallow-blood knife
Wolf Hunter knowing the wolf
fixes his knife in ground
prays and leaves . . .
Grey wolf sniffs air and begins to run
blood is on the wind
he licks, tasting the delicious blood-tallow
He howls into the night and licks faster
a blood lust building
lapping the blade until the sharp edge bites
Feverishly now, faster and harder
Grey wolf licks the blade in the arctic night
great is his craving for blood
The insatiable blood-thirst
now being satisfied by his own warm blood
the naked blade biting his tongue
his carnivorous appetite devouring
In the pale morning light
Wolf Hunter finds Grey Wolf
dead in the snow
stooping down he picks up his knife
I stand . . . frozen – sicken by the sight
Wolf Hunter looking at me says
. . . to be consumed by your own desire
is a dangerous and deadly foe
staring at the bottle
hands shaking -- eyes filled with lust
a vison: a grey wolf consumed . . . dead
the howl of the wolf-wind beseeching
To be consumed by your own desire is a dangerous and deadly foe
Copyright © David Meade | Year Posted 2014
There was sweat on my brow,
beads of them as I approached her.
I was a young man, still green.
She was a mature woman
like the long blades grow free
in the lush of nature.
My hand in hers
she took me
into her warmth.
you could hear
in the quiet
of my fear
in the silence
of my lust.
I knew nothing.
As we rolled in the dew of sex
as I fumbled and groped,
in some instinctive wisdom
entrusted myself fully to her.
She set our bodies in a fluid motion
my virginity now neatly cut.
We spent days
as I explored
the fresh sweet air
It was then I became a man.
how you hold a flower
how you manicure the stem
how you water the soil
how you delicately hold the petals.
It was then I became a gardener.
to tend a garden
It was then I learned how to love a woman.
Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014
Do Not Trust a Word, she says
She speaks of sunken treasures the way no one else does
The map to her heart is drawn by the sun
Her smile of gold ride out the waves
The moon attracted by the prestige of her glowing art
With great pleasure, your heart now sits in a glass case
Her love lavishes making every moment memorable.
This lovely lady cultivates you in every way
Your blood rises to her flirtatious demand,
Her eyes, hypnotize, invade every dream,
Endless lust, pulled by the enigma of dragon dust wind
Falling flowers of forgetfulness, when lost to her spell
She lives, she breathes your ribs in
Words were spoken, now wrapped around your heart
In a game of trust, her kiss hushes your lips
Like a syndrome, you babble and drool ----stepping all over yourself
You are nothing more than a fool in love,
Trusting and turning every word she says into gold
~I LOVE YOU~
( A Poet Destroyer Collection)
Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2015
I felt the pain of your bereft affair,
the endless yearning of a lonely soul
that left you in the shadow’s of despair,
in search of tender love to seek console.
My mind was clouded by a misty haze
as I surrendered to your beauty’s might,
a solemn promise of a loving gaze
to feed the hunger on a moonlit night.
To virtues fragile ardor we resign
with depth of passion cast in silent sighs
as mortal lust subdues, two hearts entwine,
to mingle all the world without chastise.
The fragrance of your ardent lust remains,
without a claim to your heart’s broken chains.
10th August, 2016
For contest “All I could do was surrender- Shakespearean Sonnet”
Sponsored by Becca Teagan
Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2016
The video is intrinsic to the setting of the scene. The vocals and music track by ‘The Corrs and Bono’ are background music incidental to the plot.
A balmy night it was when he stepped in the bar
A wondrous apparition at a table not far
The singers crooned soft notes on a stage dimly lit
The name of the song eluded he had to admit
The pianist played softly, mood lighting set the scene
Projected colours of amethyst, pinks, blues and green
Elegant and haughty her brow slightly frowned
She sat all alone when he cast his eye around
He approached her shyly asking to join for a while
With a nod she gestured to her bottle of pink wine
Her hair so lustrous matching her brown smoldering eyes
Her lips so inviting with the curve of her smile
She lifted her glass, her invitation divine
They toasted each other with her sweet summer wine
He covered her hand their fingers felt the thrill
The room in slow motion, a world standing still
Euphonious echoes of rapturous heights
Scintillating patterns of bouncing laser lights
He walked her home under a sky of azure blue
Under pink frangipanis heavily dripping with dew
As he turned to leave she indicated to stay awhile
Invited him in for her sweet summer wine
Tongues probing - entwined - an angel’s spring kiss
His pulse how it raced as he stroked shapely hips
The sweet summer taste on her exquisite lips
Kindled a love - an enchanting rhapsody of bliss
A click of the clasp - flimsy garments released
Shimmering seductively around to her feet
Sensually turning now absolutely au naturel
Revealed her etched beauty of a form so sensual
His projected resplendence complimented her perfections
And the majestic elegance of her peaked manifestations
Desire for feather touches and moist sweet lips
To be tantalized by the elation of a lover’s sweet kiss
Trickling down her pearl valley rampantly on fire
Liquid crystal gems forged in a tunnel of desire
Soft touches and kisses on her silken skin
A washed him in nectar from her passion within
Cloud soft mattress - sheet threads so fine
United as one as their limbs entwined
To celestial choral rhythm and soft moans of rapture
Harmonious they moved to quench intense pleasure
On a Richter of ten - bodies quaking molto allegro
Celestial Symphonies shrieking to alto crescendo
A comet streaking from a Stellar above
signalling their passionate release of love
Yin meeting Yang so gracefully entwine
Beaming their energy into the Universe divine
Together they basked in a euphoric state
The night had advanced as he indicated the hour late
She stroked him so gently saying your time is mine
So tarry a while for some more summer wine
Do I hear you asking if someone else was involved - in this write?
Well! - in projects like these it usually needs a couple’s consensual, combined experiences!
So my curious reader I’m obliged to confess
That the answer is an explicit - YES! YES! YES!
There - Now you have it!
Thank you Reluctant Poet - (RP)
RP is not a member of Poetry Soup or any Poetry Club by choice. It’s just for pleasure, he says.
There - That answers you second question!
Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2017
We dabbled our toes in soft summer air, speckled with thistle, dancing ...
Pressing our backs to the meadow, bare
Honey-dew sweet, our bee-tickled feet
Your tortoise-shell eyes, entrancing ...
Skin touching skin, too wilful for glancing.
(How we wasted such youth ... being young) ... then ...
We blew our kisses to cauliflower clouds, swimming in van Gogh grasses ...
Curtsying sunflowers waving their shrouds
The lemon sun shined on our virtues, entwined
Your scent sweet as warm molasses ...
Lips brushing lips, amidst giggled passes.
(How we wasted such youth ... being young) ... then ...
We spun with sparrows, a strain, to the sky, plucked with an eager intent ...
Born upon wings as a burgeoning sigh
Hot-spice afternoon, thus charmed us to swoon
Too impatient to care what it meant ...
Wherever urge led us, we heedlessly went.
(How we wasted such youth ... being young) ...
How we tasted life's TRUTH ... being young.
* FIFTH PLACE in the "February 2018 Premiere" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor. *
* SECOND PLACE in the "Best Rhyming Poem October thru December 2017" Poetry Contest, John Hamilton, Sponsor. *
Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2017
There is nothing hotter than a sexy brain
A one of a kind
The bigger the better
Nothing titillates more than stroking genius
Sending ripples through the psyche
An ignited muse invoking rapture
With inspiration and seduction
Sliding hand in hand dear
When my mind is whet
Composed for Gregory R Barden's
"The Poet's Fire"
Copyright © Maureen McGreavy | Year Posted 2017
Ted enjoys a quick roll in the hay...
He’s sleeping with his buxom P A
She confirmed she’s with child
Ted baulked, then got quite riled
I wonder what his wife’s got to say!
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2018
Walking past each other and just by chance
My heart skips a beat and my knees turn weak
Your eyes lock with mine in a fleeting glance
In a ricochet of emotion I just cannot speak
Our time cut short on that exotic island resort
Mutual attraction that grew, our emotions weren’t slow
But alas contact lost aft’ that last kiss at the port
Intimacy so fleeting - regrets of letting you go
We were star crossed lovers on that fateful day
I remember that last time when you held me so tight
Now per chance we meet thousands of miles away
‘Neath the same blanket of stars and a moon like tonight ~ ~
* “As the midnight moon, was driftin’ through ~ The lazy sway of the trees ~ I saw the look in your eyes, lookin' into mine ~ I’m seeing what you wanted to see
Darlin' don't say a word, cause I already heard ~ What your body's sayin' to mine You’re tired of fast moves ~ You’ve got a slow groove ~ On your mind”
Swirling sparkling shades of colours that mix and smudge
It’s been so long but there’s no cause to rush
Run you lips on my neck feel our naked skins touch
Nipples a tingling and a warm spreading flush
Your soft slow hand feels like flitting fireflies
You whisper my name, I’m enchanted tonight
Soft moans of pleasure and my passionate sighs
Play with me, sway with me and feel my delight ~ ~
* “You want a man with a slow hand ~ You want a lover with a easy touch
You want somebody who will spend some time ~ Not come and go with a heated rush Baby believe me I’ll understand ~ When it comes to love, you want a slow hand”
My nerves aglow like the tips of optic fibres
Your touches trigger firework displays to ignite
Seeking and teasing my spot of torrid desires
Impatiently craving our eminent fusion tonight
Opening like a flower dripping with a dewy spritz
Ecstasy overflows with your slow hand in motion
Electrostatic sparks on my tongue, skin and lips
Sip my summer wine that’s the nectar of my passion ~ ~
* “Darlin', don't say a word, 'cause I already heard ~ What your body's sayin' to mine If you want it all night ~ You know it's alright ~ I’ve got the time”
I tantalise your tumescent core with silken caresses
Erotically teasing you with tiny feather like tickles
Like the soft waving flutter of butterflies winged kisses
Thrilling sensory overload of silver waves and ripples
All else out of focus on a soft cloud of passion
Exquisite pleasure on the crest of a fire
No words that are needed or any explanation
The endless waves of emotion that transpire ~ ~
* “You got a man with a slow hand ~ You got a lover with an easy touch
You got somebody who will spend some time ~ Not come and go in a heated rush Baby believe me I’ll understand ~ When it comes to love, you want a slow hand”
My hips arching high meeting your ardent thirst
Fill my ocean - savour my delight
Rhapsody of fluttering sensations - a volcanic burst
Come with me - the world’s ours tonight
Basking in the enchantment of an afterglow
An amorous haze of amber swirls and coral sand
With crystal clear waters and sparkling sand below
At long last I’ve found you in this island fairyland
My appreciation to RP (the Reluctant Poet) for his creative input on a delicate sensual theme that we’ve all experienced sometime.
POTD 16 Aug 2017
* Lyric 'Slow Hand' Music and Video Clip Citation and Reference:
Video Clip and Lyrics 'Slow Hand' by Phantasm 2000AD Published on Nov 2, 2008 Elvis Returns Standard You Tube licence.
All rights of the Lyrics, video and track belong to the original Copyright owners. The original Lyrics written by J. Warren Bettis, first released sung and released in May 1981 by the Pointer Sisters and subsequently sung by various artists including Elvis in the above clip.
Lyrics of the song in quotes and italics and referenced with and asterisk has been transcribed as a read to be followed with the song. It is not intended to be or claimed as part of the above poetry verses.
Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2017
Paint a smile on the moon
Flash your eyes to make it swoon
Dip your toes in stardust rare
Aurora highlights streak your hair
Blow a kiss to flout the sun
Admonishing its time is done
Whisper in the heaven's ear
Close the lights and draw it near
Repose your form upon the stars
Lustrous arms for tempting Mars
Seduce Lord Jupiter and sway
Wrapped only in the Milky Way
Splash meteors across the sky
To catch your lover Neptune's eye
Entwine with loins the planets all
Made hostage to your beck and call
Kiss deep the void and let it be
A promise to the galaxy
That all your wiles you'll disperse
To make love to ... the Universe.
( For Aphrodite / Venus )
~ 4th Place ~ in the "Love Letter II" Poetry Contest, Viv Wigley, Sponsor.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Whitsun Standard Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Any Poem Written On Your Birthday" Poetry Contest, Laura Loo, Sponsor.
~ 6th Place ~ in the "April 2017 Premiere Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor.
Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2016
Sheer poetry in motion with a picnic basket in hand
Laughing brandishing a bottle as he lopes along the sand
His handsome features completely wreathed in smiles
Lifts and twirls me round - my squeal must be heard for miles
These endless waves of joy just washing over me
Savouring fine wine - splashing in and out of the tepid sea
A sun-struck gold flecked beach with dazzling grains of light
Sparks in my eyes can compete with the stars that shine at night
The sounds of a distant carousel on a sultry wind drift
With picnic basket in hand to a secluded spot we shift
But thoughts of gourmet foods and drink are not on our mind
Our sensual thoughts go in directions of quite a different kind
He whispers that the fire in my emerald eyes are ignited
Flames being stoked and the intensity of our ardour delighted
His sensual stroking touch sends me into a whirl winded bliss
If it’s a dream I wish it not to end in just a passion flamed kiss
His feathered touch caresses my pliant thighs
With broken moans and groans spaced ‘tween dulcet sighs
Our touches more intoxicating than fine sparkling wine
Areola aflame - warm wild sparklets fluttering down my spine
In a bat of an eyelash all swimwear is discarded
Concupiscent bare naked as when life was started
My gem of desire pulsates a fire unsurpassed
He’s a God against the sunset - an erotic work of art
Spectacular shades of orange streak through a sky of gold
The setting sun beckons and the blue water rolls
Silver rippled water lapping all my contours, peaks and tips
His toned muscles glistening captivating charms too hard to resist
With trembling hands we caresses places so sacred
Lips locked in a passion so intense it is fated
As a humming bird sips nectar from a honeydew flower
His majestic magnificence teases the door of my bower
I whisper my needs with unrestrained passion
He replicates his own with a wild abandon
Guiding our passion into the fires of desire
Rising eagerly to meet the thrusts of his fire
Earth trembling eruption in this orgasmic burst
We lovingly quench each other’s exquisite thirst
Soul energies seeking manifestation on a physical plane
In ultimate bonding of a zenith reached again and again
As a tide of emotions - a crystal clear stream
Wingless soaring high knowing this is no dream
My body flows with the ocean like never before
Knowing this is the guy I utterly love and adore
Video music clip - Eddie Lovette - ‘Under the Board Walk’ – ‘Lavishn's Reggae Bliss Collection (SUMMER LOVIN')’ Published on Mar 23, 2013
Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2017
It wasn't love they needed
It was a night of passion they yearned for
One feverish touch
One delicious kiss
and it was a blaze of flame
they could not resist
She was in a high fever to touch and feel all of him
He was on fire ready to explode needing her ever most
They need not the light on
They just need each other
In the dark
In the bed
There they explore undisturbed
There they found pure satisfactions
She lay shamelessly smiling
He, holding on to her happily
Akkina R Downing
Copyright © Akkina Downing | Year Posted 2017
She senses before she sees
The manicured nails - the elegant fingers
Holding out the hundred dollar bills - enticingly - so temptingly
A generous nights takings of busking here
In one proffered hand
She grabs at it petrified it might be an illusion
Evaporating in a puff of smoke
Fingers hold it back, teasingly
Compelling eye contact
She looks up sceptically
Dark eyes meet her aqua blues, sparking a sort of affinity
‘Eyes are the window of one’s soul’- so it is said in all sincerity
But the magnetic dark eyes of her enticer are fathomless in their intensity
His type she has encountered before - money for favours
Well she is no novice - a living after all - a girl has to make
And his generous offer rivals his devilish good looks
But she senses a darkness favouring the energy emanating
A cold shiver runs through her veins like someone just walked on her grave
Fear ripples down her spine akin to a stroking finger chilled in ice
The spell he casts foreboding
The calmness of the night has taken flight
In its haste to set the macabre scene
Mesmerising are the eyes that bore into hers
Projected thoughts furtively slip into her mind
Infiltrating it like a slithery snake
Bringing with it forbidden thoughts of desire
She falls into the inky black abyss
Succumbing to heady dark passionate conceptualization
However the chilling message is coherent
This is not a mere opportunistic one night stand
That he desires
This is more - so much more
This is taboo concupiscence unleashed
This is her life in exchange for what?
Her life for immortality?
Yet his eyes eloquently convey it all
The hunger so unconcealed - so transparently flagrant
To yield to darkness
Satisfying his appetite for
Death of a different nature?
Obliteration of life as she knows it to be
Tenebrous Immortality in exchange for her blood
A prelude to his finale of taking her soul
And then a metamorphosis
From Prey to Predator
Video clip -
Like a Vampire- Catrien Maxwell
Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2017
You lean in and Kiss Me deeply
Back arched up, yours completely
A sigh followed with soft moans
Candle light sets all the tones
Lips parted tastes of our wine
As they meet yours and mine
Pulling closer to my fuller lips
My hand in hair, yours my hips
Up and down, spots you hit
As I put my back into it
Both our bodies are set on fire
From this so heavenly desire
Your tongue, my neck does tease
Has me begging for you to please
Swaying hips move round and round
To this earth we are no longer bound
When at last my breath you take
Together uncontrollably bodies shake
Copyright © Brenda Chiri | Year Posted 2017
Dreaming of your very warm loving touch
The feel of your soft full lips against mine
Arms around you as your back i clutch
Soon our bodies in rapture as they intertwine
Waking from my dream body wet with sweat
Cool breeze caresses my skin making me shiver
I move over to find warmth from your silhouette
Pulling me closer to you, your hands make me quiver
Dreams fresh in my mind, I snuggle next to you
Warm breath on my neck as moans excape your lips
Soon it seems as if my dreams come true
Your pleasure grows as my breast you grip
I awaken reaching to the silhouette that is you
Remembering those dreams of me dreaming , déjà vu
Copyright © Brenda Chiri | Year Posted 2018
“In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.” Rumi
is a feast
hungry for Eros delights
sweet nothings that do tease
fingertips are running
a riotous slow and gentle race
warm black stallion
hold tight onto the mane
no need to hold the reins
Godiva reigns, shining in the Light
let loose rides wild and free
onto rail tracks head wet
towards a raging train
gone off the cliff lost into
shaking legs and
holy trembling earthquakes
brings you to your knees
Rapture ropes its silky
way around your naked waist
further on down towards your
urgent ever present pleas
you’re laid to waste
dripping honey in a barren
state of grace
you think you’re home free
but you’re nowhere near home base
It’s a pantomime of
hummingbirds and buzzing bees
your mind's fevered
it flies with soaring condors
way up in the clouds
your skin draped in rain and
welcoming such sweet disgrace
a smile forever on your face
whisked up to a froth
Passion fruit devoured
floating on sweet wine
spoon by spoon
tasting lips divine
a quart of thick cream
two ripe Seville oranges
half a pint of sack
whisk it very well
fill your Chalice full
as the froth rises
take it all off
spoon until you’re full
Rosemary licks and Thyme
You whisper, delicious lips
that roam and linger
gaze into two eyes
your ardent love-spent
“Sweet Valentine, You're Mine”
3. Reading: For my daughter, Georgia and anyone else who is interested in learning more about Love and Lust. My favourite man, so far, in the reading realm, D.H. Lawrence, "Lady Chaterley's Lover", EBOOK for your pleasure and further education (should you not have had the privilege to read this fine story). My first read at 19 years of age - ah, the adventures it led me on! Discovered in a packed bookshelf, floor to ceiling, wall to wall, in the arms of a home much loved and lead by a quiet, solitary man, in the sweltering hot Summer of a bucolic small rural town in Queensland, Australia. This lack lustre poem is mine, but the story link to E-BOOK here is his and although his dreams were with her in heaven, he reached out to D.H. Lawrence, this was the sign of a true romantic and obviously blood runs through the genes; now that would be an interesting conversation over dinner, should there end up to be a Heaven and I eventually meet him, the other or both, for discourse.
"LADY CHATTERLEY'S LOVER"
by D.H. Lawrence
Copyright © Leanne Lovejoy-Burton | Year Posted 2018
Two have a secret , of touchy and feel
Hearing about it, and how it was surreal
Two people who spent grown up time
With rivers to swim, and mountains to climb
Telling the Raven, she's afraid it won't last
Saying don't worrry, dont live in the past
Strangers became friends, in a grown way
Will it now continue , or just be for that day
Telling the Raven , no lover could compare
And no one needs know, of the sultry affair
Time continues as always, only time will tell
As it did then igniting ,every last nerve cell
Said it was hours , well into that night
To wake and continue, again was just right
Stories told the Raven, had me even blush
And their secret is safe, the Raven says hush
Safe it will remain , but I just had to write
What i as the Raven had seen, while in flight
Copyright © Brenda Chiri | Year Posted 2017
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.
Copyright © Aiyah Torres | Year Posted 2014