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A Tale of Fire and Ice

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

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I Think Of You - An Alternative Universe - 6


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!

and I...

i think of you.



March 29 2015
Armand

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Poetry Soap

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
Copyright:  9/26/2017
“All Rights Reserved”

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Yesterday Love Was Such An Easy Game To Play


Yesterday,

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 froze.

I could feel it,
smell 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!

Francine. 

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,
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
charge.
 I'd have to keep him at bay, at least for now.

You'd think I would be mad,

I wasn't.

You'd think I'd curse and call her whore.

I didn't!

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 spoke

I mean my lips moved and words came out...

I think. 

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,

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!

Sorry!

We both were.

Maurice Yvonne
11~30~2014
Sponsor: Verlena S. Walker
Contest Name: The Green-Eyed Monster

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LIQUID HEAVEN

Liquid Heaven

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!

          by: PD

**A sweet Dedication To My Babe**

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Secret of the Mortician

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
He's satisfied

The next day 
Writes an outstanding obituary 
I sit on display

~SKAT~

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BASTARD

"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

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Thirsty Love





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
   freeze

Wolf Hunter adds another blood-tallow layer
   freeze 
   and another – freeze

A frozen tallow-blood knife

Wolf Hunter knowing the wolf
    fixes his knife in ground
    blade up  
    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 




Years later
    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


                          \_____/>
                          /\      /\









David Meade
12-12-2014

Live Generously

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The Silence Of My Lust


 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.

Nervous, shy 
you could hear 
grass grow 

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, 
I 
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 
of 'us'.

It was then I became a man.

Learned
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. 

A gardener
worthy 
to tend a garden 
so vital. 

It was then I learned how to love a woman.


30~12~2014
Armand

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Philosopher's Stone

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)

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SILENT SIGHS

SILENT SIGHS

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

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Summer Wine - An Erotic Romance

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

Footnote:
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!

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Being Young


Then ...


  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. *

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Hot Grey Matter

There is nothing hotter than a sexy brain
A one of a kind
The bigger the better

With swagger

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
You penetrate 

I quiver



17.09.22

Composed for Gregory R Barden's
"The Poet's Fire"

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OOPS - IT'S A BIT OF A COCK UP

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!

5/26/18

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Slow Hand - An Erotic Romance

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

Acknowledgement:
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.

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Diosa Del Amor


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.

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Under the Boardwalk - An Erotic Love Story

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

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Maria Down Under

There’s endless miles of golden sandy beaches
Sparkling aqua waters as far as the eye can see
Gods and Goddesses frolic au naturel down under
Here’s where Heaven shines her light down on me

If you foolishly swim between the danger red line zones
See a shark coming ‘HELP ME’! - You wildly scream
Well worth the SAVE in those bronzed muscly arms
Spunky Aussie life guards straight out of your dream

Women glow and men become fit- lean and taut
Any wonder that all thoughts get thrown asunder
Rippling muscles flex- bronzed bodies like gods
I come from the ‘green and gold land down under’

Spoiled for choice - Raw possibilities endless
No need to lust silently pining after one
Pick yourself up look around broken sparrow
This must surely be Gods place in the sun

Nothing comes close to the beer down under
Accompanied by a vegemite sandwich or two
Looking for something more gourmet and exotic?
There’s crocodile and kangaroo to name but a few

A land where every man resides like a King
And women are fawned over - treated like Queens
We don’t let sneezes and hay fever spoil things
If you have the sniffles - Hey! there’s Claratyne

This land where millionaires are made in a day
If you push the limits to achieve lofty goals
So don’t keep waiting to come on down under
Where our worth is what defines our roles

* ‘Living in a land Down Under
Where women glow and men plunder
Can’t you hear, can’t you hear the thunder,
You better run you better take cover’

Oops!! that verse sounds like it may be lines from the song 'Land Down Under' by 'Men at Work'. Might be seen as plagiarism. Sorry!! Couldn’t help myself!!

Instrumental of ‘Men at Work’ - by Joh Ph
Published on Jul 31, 2016 You Tube

* Quoted reference and citation of original lyrics of above verse from 'Land Down Under' belongs to 'Men At Work' first released October 1981 -
 Songwriters: Colin James Hay / Ronald Graham Strykert.

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a night of passion

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
  
        Smile 
Akkina R Downing 
      7-12-17

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Decadent Proposal

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?
Surely not!
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

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Heavenly Desire

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

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Dreams of Dreaming of You

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

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Whypt Syllabubs


“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





"Whypt Syllabubs"

ROMANCE 
is a feast
hungry for Eros delights
sweet nothings that do tease
fingertips are running
a riotous slow and gentle race
riding bareback
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 
tempestuous sea


Little deaths,
shimmering pearls
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 
not defeated
way up in the clouds
your skin draped in rain and 
glistening diamonds
welcoming such sweet disgrace
a smile forever on your face


Whipt Syllabubs
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
gently squeezed
half a pint of sack
pound double 
refined sugar
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


“Whypt Syllabubs”
You whisper, delicious lips 
that roam and linger
gaze into two eyes 
your ardent love-spent
warrior familiar


“Sweet Valentine, You're Mine”


(Lovejoy-Burton/Feb 2018)


1. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EV_lBI9XPgo

2. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mk1TWpRJ4OQ

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
http://gutenberg.net.au/ebooks01/0100181h.html

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Told The Raven To Hush

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