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As you walk in the door. You throw your coat on a chair.
I tell you darling it dosent go there.
You move it to the bed .As you turn around .
I run my fingers through Your long sweet blonde hair
You smile and pull me closer your body has a delicious odour
Now I have a stirring inside me an ardor.
You unbutton my shirt your hands small and warm.
I kiss your soft neck and feel the pounding of your blood
As it courses through my lips. Tickling your vein with my tongue.
Tasting the salty perspiration as you lean closer in.
You run your hands round to my back.
I let your hair fall in my face. Both of our hearts are upping the pace
You gently slowly pull my shirt of my body. As it falls to the floor.
I kick close the door. Nothing to interrupt our hobby.
I pull up your t-shirt. And a huge smile is on your face.
Yes our love is going to hurt. But it will be full of grace.
Now naked we stand and just hug each other.
Theres no need to rush. We are proper true lovers.
Lots of kissing lots of hugging and total respect.
This time will be special as they always are.
Just you an I together forever we never expect
Anything but the best in this our workout spar.
Giggling and laughing as young lovers are.
My beloved ...
Take me to the memory
a never lasting dream
which lived in yester yesterday
long before destiny took its toll
and footprints marked separate paths
Take me back to that December night
when we ran holding hands
to the cottage down the hill
by fields of evergreen
I am there....
you are too.....
Kissing snowflakes from my lips
as moonglow shadows fall
upon silk wisps of auburn hair
How can I not remember
your palms' gentle rub
brushing raindrops
which trickled ever so slow
across the softness of my skin
I can still smell the scent
of your warm breath upon my neck's nape
~Honey and lemon~
I can still hear that hush hushed whisper
beneath the tender of my ear
Still live the feeling of your fading kiss
upon each flutter of my lash
My beloved
Carry me back to those sheets
which know the colour of your eyes
Let me travel to the cradle
of those arms and perfumed wine
Let me travel to that smile
within the blossom of your heart
~Scattered petals in a breeze
where velvet embers never sleep~
Let my slippery fingers slide
to the soft hairs of your back
as you unbutton my last piece of innocence
as the corners of your mouth fulfill with juices
from the crimson of ripe peaches
As my soul opens to fire ,and you enter into flames
My beloved
Take me to that night
where I tickled your wilderness
where you sank in my deep
where our sin was sacred
and lust carried no shame.
A Matt Calliri Contest: Are You A Mouse or A Mountain
18 June 24
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Comes the morning fog
sprawling on my territory where northern glens dry from rotten stubble and mess of debris... damp damp.
Above, waterfalls tumble with litter,
splinters of broken glass flushing
ashed moisture 'round lakes: how truant seasons' passages rip this my velvety robe...
I recoil to whisper Am I growing older than I should?
Along my tired arms, maples which once stood guard now unbutton pistil and stamen of flowers, pillaged by unwanted ravens.
Sunray breaks... these dim eyes watch how moss of layered mist covers my earthen soil wasted along paths of disheveled rocks.
Under my keep,
wrestling with predators bear wounds, scars this
body tries to heal.
My voice trembles to speak, Men-holes, do you come from a heritage of thieves, of beasts?
No one answers : like so, I trace my own life-stretch , reflecting on the snuff of earth's glory.
Down my mottled chest, I fondle the awakening of infant grass --all plump and fertile --
A promise within the cavity of time...that an intercepted light of next interlude could rise,
where man and my nature- self greet,
not until not until...
Word Calibration in G Major
‘Don’t worry honey.
No one walks this way.
At least, not at this hour.’
The neons inside the dark house,
Across the street over there,
Are aglow with ghostly shadows,
Flickering like strobes in slow motion.
Just our car parked here now, and
No one is around. Nothing
Except Dream faeries dressed as opossums.
We are alone at last, and
It is time to touch firm bodies together.
It is time to be alive once again.
Your top two buttons are unfastened, I see.
Shh, be still as I unbutton the bottom two;
My left hand knows where to go;
I will now kiss and caress your soft perfumed neck,
As my searching fingers follow their bead.
‘Shh, what’s that sound?’
Loud voices coming this way,
Formless voices strolling by on parade;
‘Shh, duck down and don’t make a sound,’
As we continue to kiss and lick excited flesh,
Embracing in silent sweat,
Ensconced under a flaming white blanket,
Inside a lavender blue ’72 Land Yacht.
There is a moonless sky outside, and
A creeping fog beginning to settle in.
‘Ahh, I see that you are cold, honey.
Here is my hat,
Cover yourself.’
—A Sonnet—
Come, consecrate my silence with thy sigh;
Lay lucent fingers where my shadows kneel.
Unfurl thy hush until the stars comply,
And teach my doubting pulse what angels feel.
Unbutton midnight from my haunted bone;
Pour moonlit ardour through each hidden seam.
Make every secret I have never known
Awake incarnate in thy sovereign dream.
Let thy gaze blossom through my mortal clay
Till every wound remembers it was seed;
Breathe me so deeply out of yesterday
That Time itself forget the word proceed.
Belov'd—love me beyond love's farthest art:
Leave Heaven homeless, dwelling in my heart.
My Beloved
Take me to the memory
A never lasting dream
which lived in yester yesterday
long before destiny took its toll
and footprints marked separate paths
Take me back to that December night
when We ran holding hands
to the cottage down the hill
by fields of evergreen
I am there,You are too
Kissing snowflakes from my lips
as moonglow shadows fall
upon silk wisps of auburn hair
How can I not remember
your palm's gentle rub
brushing raindrops
which trickled ever so slow
across the inner of my sigh
I can still smell the scent
of your warm breath upon my neck's nape
(Honey and Lemon)
I can still hear the hush hushed whisper
'neath the tender of my ear
Still live the feeling of your fading kiss
upon each flutter of my lash
My beloved
Carry me back to those sheets
which know the colour of your eyes
Let me travel to the cradle
of those arms and perfumed wine
Let me travel to that smile
within the blossom of your heart
(Scattered petals in a breeze
where velvet embers never sleep)
Let my slippery fingers slide
to the soft hairs of your back
as you unbutton my last piece of innocence
as the corners of your mouth fulfill with juices
from the crimson of ripe peaches
As my soul opens to fire,and you enter into flames
My Beloved
Take me to that night
where I tickled your wilderness
Where you sank in my deepest
Where our sin was sacred
and lust carried no shame
Pasionata is a re-post of an oldie of mine,thought to post it again
till I am mused to write something new :)
I’m going to possess you as I undress you
Peel away every other dream
Layers of broken promises
That cover your heart
Fall to the floor
There with your shirt
Discarded they lie
Crumpled
I unbuckle your belt
That binds
The failed romance
I pull away from your being
In my firm grip
Suspended in space
For a time
Enough for you to see
My relish as I let it drop
With eyes fixed up at you
I unbutton each inhibition
That keeps your tenderness
concealed
Forcing the covering down to the ground
Helping you kick it away
As I reach for what you hide
There inside
I uncover your strength
Now evident, seen
I take possession of you
Bit by bit
As I take you in
And push out every other thought
Of anyone you ever sought
I....take....possession
Yes!
Keep your eyes WIDE OPEN
Don’t think
Don’t blink
I’m here
Look at me
LOOK AT.....ME!
In my eyes
No lies
No disguise
I mesmerize
Hypnotize
Make you VISUALIZE
ME
My flowing back hair
Your only true covering
All you'll need
I feed
Feel me take control
Body, mind, and yes….I'll take your soul
As I devour you whole
I nibble and taste
Not a bit of haste
Hearing you beg and plead
In need
Now….
yes….now...
F~**R~**E~**E~**D*****
FREED!!!!
And I sigh
Satisfied
I see you crumple
As down you lie
Depleted of self
Depleted of her
Depleted of everything
Everything but me
P O S S E S S E D!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Strangers from across the room
in a crowded reception hall,
somehow catch each other's eyes
and in rapture they both fall.
Coquettish smile meets sinister grin,
all other guests becoming a blur;
mystery blends with a touch of intrigue
foreshadowing what might next occur.
Social distractions interfere
and their gaze gets lost in the crowd;
they wander and mingle, pretending to care
but their thoughts are high on a cloud.
Fate plays her kismet card
and they finally meet face to face;
neither one of them utters a word
as they duck into a private place.
Buttons unbutton; zippers unzip;
moaning they try to suppress -
eager to give everything that they have,
carnal knowledge is a success.
Totally exhausted, with smiles on their face,
they slowly reassemble their attire;
one last kiss, with nary a word,
back to the proceedings they retire.
Strangers from across the room,
once again their eyes do meet;
he winks at her; she smiles at him,
and he steps out onto the street.
I watched, fascinated, as the tall lone boy
in line to ride the Scrambler
stuffed handfuls of peanuts in his mouth.
This was the same boy I had spied just an hour ago
further down the way
where thirteen seemingly ravenous, foolish people
bent their heads to plates, and with hands behind their backs,
plunged their faces into myriads of pies.
He hadn't won the contest but had come rather close;
the nuts he was eating now replaced the pies he'd fed his face.
But telling stains of blueberry and meringue remained
upon the long sleeved shirt.
The line for our ride proceeded at a turtle's pace
till finally we got into our seats.
Secured inside, we waited to begin.
Close by, I saw the boy unbutton
the top of his already loose baggy jeans,
a timely gesture I would say!
Then folks around us howled
as round and round we went.
Perhaps some screams held terror.
Mine held only delight.
And when the ride was finished,
we exited as quickly as we could
though giddy from that sweet rush of adrenaline.
I glanced a final time at that strange lad.
He stooped and sputtered something to the ground:
a few whole peanuts and a couple of blue tinged chunks.
Disgust was worn on the faces of the onlookers around us,
but only I was well aware of all the food
he’d still managed to hold down!
He wiped his mouth on one long sleeve
and stared right back at them;
well, I declare,
he headed straightway toward a fragrant hot dog stand.
.
He sat on this patch of turf,
and if not this exact place a piece of a place nearby.
Naturally, I try to feel his companionship.
Did he write a line of poetry on this small island
or was he simply being Walt Whitman,
honored guest,
a person he hardly recognized from his youth?
I feel his old bones not his youthful step
but also his long poems
as they ride Ohio river currents
at ease with the next slow bend,
or some quick kink and churn of its history.
I imagine his hand on the ground,
it heaves my body up from a deep grass
and quilts me to a terrain
where fingers meet on a shared wrist
a place where heron wings beat.
I feel the mutuality of crossed roads,
the cadence of shore eddies
as they unbutton a coat
he left draped over a rail of this wooden jetty.