Best Romancetime Poems
She was a high-rise girl
with a penthouse curl.
A perfumed lady from
her pink painted toes
up her long brown legs
to her up-turned nose.
No make-up needed
on perfection's face,
a natural beauty
wins the beautiful race;
a sensual woman,
a sexual winner,
who never saw sin
or sinned with a sinner.
She had a mind and a body
that could build or destroy
any full grown man
or half-grown boy
and she used them well
to satisfy her needs
and demanded her pleasure
like a fat man feeds.
And for a brief, brief time
a long time ago
the lady was mine
in a two-way flow
and we traded our pleasures
like stars of the show
for a brief, brief time
a long time ago.
In the castle of her longings
She awaits the drawbridgr lowering
In her piled days many endings
Times anxiety behind her panting
She awaits the coming of her love
Sir knight with constant memories
Her heart within her a restless dove
Until the water dries ... agonies.
She is castled in time and faith
The green moat of doubt circles round
The sweet heart's primeval gate
The horse' hoofs is every distant sound
Time is her enemy and his will
Her deliverer to become
His quick sword shines in the misty chill
He's made his vow for her freedom.
Great stead and lover swiftly fly
Dragons and demons, churls and despots
Read anxiety dread in his eye
The sun will rise where their vile blood clots
For this knight carries a cross now long
And prayer his page and armour
He marches with an angelic throng
Till him to flee, he that devour
His bride, his bride his love shall redeem
And by the river they shall play
For time is only folly and dream
In love's pure arms time has no say.
I remember those moments that we spent together
With a happy and cheerful face thought it would be the same forever.
Never did I imagine nor did I care of
To think of the times when we would be far of.
Even at the times of separation there wasn’t any kind of unhappiness
For never did I experience such feelings of uneasiness.
The thin threads of intimacy were broken at the very moment
When I saw the last of you and sat there to cry and lament .
Sometimes though I did feel assured knowing time was a great healer
But then time also fails to cure the wounds which remain forever.
Inspite of this cruel reality my intuition said something different
Though I knew you would never come back but still I wished something different .
Of course this has now been a part and parcel of my life with the daily happenings going on as ever,
Rarely do you come in my thoughts except for the lonely moments when I remember……..
Having the first experience with girls isn't easy,
And especially when you're on a first date.
Such a quandary...making sure you look your best.
All the while, he keeps thinking...
"No, don't say that or she will think you're a jerk!"
Yet, no one has prepared him for that moment
Of awkwardness, when he is supposed to kiss her.
Now, comes the big question for him ..."Do I keep my
Eyes open or closed?"
Every fibre of his being knows that the time is
Very close. What a delicate situation for him.
Each of his nerve endings will be jumping as
Rivers of emotion will break over his being.
Then, the moment comes. In a flash, she gets close,
Opens her mouth just a little,
Lifts her head to just the right angle...
Dry and parched lips are all he can offer in return.
Yet, their lips come together, and like the
Ongoing tide, the kiss takes place
Under a moonlit sky in some secluded lover's lane.
All that he will remember is that
Beautiful moment, that one instant, that
One singular happening when
Under that sky, he had achieved
The manhood that he had dreamed about for so long.
That singular moment will be forever frozen in time for
Him. Sixty years hence, it will be like only a moment ago.
Each time he thinks of it, it will bring a smile to his face.
Both the young man and that girl may have long parted
In their lives, perhaps on to other dates and encounters.
Reality though, is that the first time is always one that is
Deeply remembered for the intimacy that was
Shared by them at that moment.
Although they may have grown apart,
Neither of them will ever forget that sweet encounter,
Dipped in the pen of both love and romance.
Throughout a lifetime of loving encounters,
He will certainly never forget that first
Emotional tidal wave of romantic relief after a first kiss.
Being all too overcome with the
Enchantment and the
Excitement that it had produced, he can hardly wait for the next big moment...
SEX!
At times I can't stand the way things are,
And it's sad that my knees get weak just from seeing you from afar.
I miss waking up to a "good morning, thinking of you" text,
Till this day I still daydream of the first time we had sex.
It's like watching a shooting star for the first time with a sparkle in your eye,
It's like walking into the kitchen smelling grandma's fresh homemade pie.
It's like relaxing in a room full of steam,
Including all of the above being with you is like touching a dream.
It's exhilarating the way you have my heart blazing,
Just by having you...my life is truly amazing.
You may be content but I promise you'll be beyond an extacy satisfaction just by being
with me,
Since reality isn't what it should be I bet that in your dreams it's me you see.
Put your toe inside
my mouth, I wanna
feel you squirm,
there're lessons to
be taught tonight, I
feel you're gonna
learn,
to let yourself be
serviced in the
many ways that
come, I love bare
feet but time to
switch, go 'head,
put on them pumps.
They're pointy toed
and shiny with at
least a 6 inch heel,
your muscle calves
are flexing like Mad
Cobra on the real,
I think it's time for
sex when shoes
point up toward the
ceil, that Jimmy
Choo Manolo
Blahnik action
seals the deal.
You may think I'm a
freak and you can
tell from how I
speak, those
pumps can rub my
cheek for ocho dias
ev'ry week,
that leaves an extra
day to flip off work
for extra play, you
work them sexy
thangs as if you
twirk for extra pay.
I failed to mention
that you're nude
with shoes and
that's the move, you
got me thinkin
baseball like I
wanna smack a few,
from out the park,
the rout starts with
your Peggy Bundy
walk, the stuff to
have a buck of bud
combusting after
dark.
See I can be your
bodyguard, we'll
play like long lost
pals, that 80s song
goes best with
Bundy, you can call
me Al,
I'd jack these sons
like Janet if I say
let's wait awhile,
them pumps worn
with a short tight
skirt? Now that's
the way to style.
Those shoes
embrace your feet
like Twista's
rhymes embrace a
beat, I hear folks
talk that bull but are
afraid to face the
heat,
my catalouge
competes without a
Facebook post or
Tweet, your feet in
them stilettos baby,
muy dulce; sweet.
Your weight is
meaning nathan,
lookin fine from
head to toe, them
Lisa Lisa fellas now
prefer thin chicks to
blow,
all on the magic
johnson which to
me aint meanin
jack, I'm talkin
zapatos de *****,
crotchless cream
and black,
dress nightie set,
exciting yes, it all
starts with the
shoes, the wrapping
of your package
leaves exquisite
parts to view,
a patient man I am
my darlin, come
and dance with me,
I'll end this as we
move to music, you
dressed scantilly.
Wrapped in the poetry,
the rise, the wane, the ache
of unrestrained love,
they ascend on the wings of words
in concert with the cosmos
until time reclaims the moon,
and tides are stilled,
and gulls are gone,
and tall yellowed grass bends under silent winds,
and towering pines weep,
and the ocean speaks in a muted bell,
and a thread of light from the sole surviving star
invades their dusty dream,
and restless shadows rekindle ashen desires
in a prolonged cosmic heartbeat…
and time sings off-key.
Your memories, your thoughts
I have them in lots
The day is still due
When I can see you
Nights I like but days I hate,
Unfair that my Dreams and you have to wait
My love for you has always been surreal
Can't say if I might like you in real
The only time I wish my dream comes true
I when I am holding you
You look into my eyes
and say "It felt very nice"
Now every time you smile
I think for a while
How would it be
If you weren't in the dream, with me
Form:
ROMANCE
It was something by Schumann or Schubert
A Sonata for piano perhaps
I wouldn’t have cared
But the music fit the girl
Flawless in dress
Hair not short not long middling
It swept just mildly over forehead and cheek
Cupable shoulders
And the rest?
Not a line not a curve too severe
She came at the same time each day
I strained to see her face.
But my view was taken just far enough away
The vision much in profile
I must revel in her stride
Not short not long deliberate
Just right
In a flight of fancy
With missing dimensions of the physical time and space
I decided she was form-in-isolation
A shape behind a scrim
Always coming
Always going
Leaving her ghost in wake
And the door would softly shut
A little space for dreaming
Then this same piece
It was something by Schumann or Schubert
(no matter)
Each day played with more polish
‘til at last it sounded perfect to me
I must know that which she played
Its name (lack of) haunted me
This was my excuse
My excuse for knocking on the door
If I take the time to tell you,
All the things that I don’t show,
It is just because I’m feeling,
What your eyes want me to know...
The glances that you give me,
From the corner of your eye,
Are the chances you’re forgiving,
As I let you walk right by...
This wont be the first time,
That I didn’t say a word,
But the sight of you is awesome,
And it makes my vision blur...
Like there’s no one else around us,
And the world does not exist,
The second hand stops moving,
Any time left was dismissed...
So when I stand before you,
I can look at you and never,
Forget what I’m so deep into,
So the moment lasts forever...
Form:
This time she didn't think about it,
Her thoughts were clear and they weren't as clouded,
They key I made we discussed before,
Was hidden down by the basement door...
Sipping wine with some candles lit,
While your killing time with the one your with,
Though we could be I just bide my time,
Till the stars align and they make you mine...
All the times you were driving by,
I could hear the tears as your cellphone died,
Could they re-appear in the thoughts you hide,
Just to disappear once you came inside...
You're the reason that I pretend,
That this cohesion is just as friends,
But you and I know its just between,
Something much more than what is seen...
As Im filling another flask,
It's your reflection that fills my glass,
Slowly coming across my lawn,
In knee highs and just a trench coat on...
Form:
The next time that you take a shower,
Prepare to stay for about an hour,
Run yourself the hottest water,
Keep in mind how much your thought of...
One hand holds the towel around you,
The other holds the thing you're bound to,
So let it drop below your waist side,
As I spot just one place to hide ...
Caressing you in perfume soap,
Compressing it on every slope,
Like the water making you wet,
And at the same time making you sweat...
Before you close the shower door,
You'll see my name in glass once more,
Just slowly wrap yourself again,
But know that it won't be the end...
Cuz as you lay upon your bed,
You'll wrap yourself in me instead,
So you won't think its just a dream,
That you left rising in the steam...
Terry
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