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With a sleepy smile she whispered
“I said I do today”
Spoken words with heart and mind
Lust and desire made clear
“Boy, how you grind my gears
and still arouse such wantom awakening
to parts of my body previously only stirred…”
My mind turns to the number of times
we have all but made love with our clothes on
Innocently touching, holding, wanting
Preserving something so very special
ready for the day that I can take you
Knowing you are my bride, belong to me,
are part of me, for now we are one
Together every breath, movement, thought
melds together in heated entangled embrace
My hands search for the warmth of your touch
the silky softness of your satin smooth skin
Item by item crumpled garments fold to floor
as I slowly admire your naked womanly form
for first time
watching waiting wondering
yet knowing you are as ready as I as you smile
I scoop you into my arms,
lie you on our bed
Slowly we make our way into Paradise,
lost to ourselves
Found in our desires for one another
Destination – satisfaction
We arrive as husband and wife
To my StraightWhiteMale
right-wing
left-brain
monoculturally dominating brothers,
and your antifeminist glamorous
amorous womanly allies,
You have not yet heard me,
if you only hear my resistance,
sharing my non-culpable experience
with non-choice of gender attraction
and gender identity.
It's not only that my ***** gender attractions
are not my fault,
because not my choice;
but also my gender identity
and sensory-neural attachments, as also true of yours,
are my most sacredly intimate gift.
CoArising identity/individuation
and CoGravitating attraction,
like awareness and contrast
and ego/eco-consciousness,
are not just heavy social responsibilities,
but also enlightened
and empowering opportunities.
We're not legitimately known by who
or what
we hate and hurt;
But we can be felt
and known
and even divinely redeemed by who
and what
we love and heal.
We may have no more choice
about who
and what
and when
and where
and why
and how we love,
than choice to respond with awe and wonder,
or boredom and disdain,
to Earth's natural enspiriting Beauty
Of dawn
and dusk,
spring
and autumn,
ocean
and mountain,
before
and after,
inside felt
and outside recognized,
spiritual
and natural
restorative reconnections
Which feel both Healthy
and True,
of the deepest
and highest
and yet safest resilient
and resonantly robust multicolored wealth
of curiously unchosen
unfaulted gifting grace,
healthy healing pace
absence of monotheistic
overpowering disgrace.
In my arms secure I delicately brush back your hair,
Touch your skin almost imperceptibly
Your eyes vanish into mine.
I feel miraculously lost in your splendor...
but...
it is the scent of your soul...
In my arms guarded you graze my lips with slender fingers
Kiss my body, soothingly knead my shoulders,
you inhale my gaze,
steal me, lead me to your dominion
but...
it is the scent of your soul...
Fusion of companions luscious in the air
Voices that harmonize in the sounds of pleasure
Willingly unconscious in a flurry of delight
On an adult merry-go-round of fervent assimilation
but...
it is the scent of your soul...
your beauty unmatched
violet colored eyes, sun embraced hair,
an unblemished china white complexion,
lips that dance in sync with spring,
but...
it is the scent of your soul...
your primal allure unparalleled
that bedroom draw that you possess
your fragrant heat that screams a man's desire
those womanly parts, a body perfect entices...
but...
but, still there is no measure.
The strength of your kindness,
your giving nature,
your nurse like instincts,
the pure drive of your convictions.
I would sacrifice all else
nothing matters more...
it is the scent of your soul that owns me.
12~10~2014
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Contest Name: The Scent of Your Soul
She is colder than
Most with emotions.
With her it's just going
Through the motions.
Her womanly ways and
Perfect figure.
No hesitation when she
Pulls the trigger.
Her tan skin and
Dark eyes.
BEWARE! A word
To the wise.
Her full lips,
Her long fingernails.
She is 100%
Bone-a-fide female.
You smile when you
See her look.
You're guessing, she is
A closed book.
Her radiant smile sets
You at ease.
The way she moves,
With expertise.
She is at her weakest
In the morning.
She never prepares when
She hears the warning.
No matter what,
A smile on her face.
It's like she has
Fallen from grace.
You can envy her
Lack of attention.
Easy going, calm,
No sign of tension.
No emotions show
In her eyes.
No hint of confusion,
Or look of surprise.
She is not stuck-up
Doesn't brag or boast.
Be careful,
She is colder than most.
Turbo1904 ?
In Skagway town, eighteen ninety-eight
Lived a young man, Elliot McKay.
He worked with his father selling dry goods,
To the miners heading Klondike-way,
They made some good coin in a day.
Elliot he, like most younger men,
Had an eye for womanly curves.
His favorite worked in a house downtown,
With dark hair done up in curls,
A woman who’d ‘broadened’ his world.
At first it was cold, but that all changed quick,
And they soon were a regular thing.
She taught him skills a man needs to know,
Really took the boy under her wing,
And knew how to make his heart sing.
But his father said “Boy, don’t fool yourself,
That damned girl wants nothing but cash.
And many a man has found himself broke,
Chasing after a professional lass,
You better get over her fast!”
But Elliot continued, and went when he could
For weeks this went on, as before.
Until one day she asked to meet his kin,
Not the act of some common whore.
She must have loved him like never before!
They went to his house outside of town,
His lady fidgeting and tense,
Elliot knew she must be nervous,
To be meet disapproving parents,
He prayed that his dad would relent.
She entered the home and father went cold,
His face truly taken aback.
His jaw dropped and he said aloud,”Clarice!”
Then she shouted outside,”It’s Mack!”
A new figure stormed in from out back.
A man appeared, a gun in his hand,
Pushing before him Elliot’s mother.
Elliot had seen his likeness before,
It was the felon Bloody Jack Carruthers,
He knew it could be no other.
Jack said,”Now, now, we meet again,
McKay, the man who survived,
When our gang fell down in Monterey,
Shot up back in seventy-five!
Our loot you had on your ride!”
“And now I see how you spent it all,
And made it pay out in droves,
While I rotted away in sweltering cells
Far down south in old Mexico,
Imagining how this would all go!”
“You see this girl here, she is in my pay,
Since I heard that your son took a shine.
She played the damn fool, acted in love,
Until he’d bought into her lies.
And she led me here where I did find…”
“That a dirty skunk, yellow as can be
Built his home on the blood of my friends!
And all because this pretty young girl,
Your stupid, young son could bend.
Now then, prepare for your end…”
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
He watches her feet
creamy and bare
as she prepares herself for bed;
removing her robe
she stands for a moment in the gold
of light, while his eyes gaze
at her imperfect body, elated.
A beam radiating from her face
touches a male's spirit deeply,
and pulling back the covers
he touches her belly-- especially the belly,
full and round until she caresses
her man's face, then rests womanly limbs.
Surprised, another naked foot kicks
and leaves a deeper affection
within his heart...
“I'm barefoot and VERY pregnant”, she giggles
“just ecstatic as you are”, he whispers.
I SHALL COLLABORATE WITH YOU
Contest of James Edward Lee Sr.-- a collab with
a poet from TPS 11/27/2017
All the most gorgeous ladies in the world
Will never match the beauty of you
It shines from your every pore
From every loving word you utter
A unique blend of visual and internal beauty
The likes of which I have only dreamt of
The vision of you overwhelms me to the extreme
Beyond anything I have ever experienced
Like a sculptured beauty written about for centuries
An example of an exquisite womanly form
Combining all the elements of perfection
When I'm with you, nothing else exists
The world becomes silent and still
Only the murmurs of our heart beating together
A supreme rapture unequaled
You are more beautiful in my eyes
Than all the most beautiful ladies in the world
In my eyes, you are perfection
© Jack Ellison 2014
The beauty born from lovely melodies fill my visions.
Nature’s image transformed into a glorious tone,
Is found all over, extending earthly nature’s regions.
Even the sun appearing as a bright flower in the morn
Gives off its soft rays with the civility of the harp.
My eyes long to envision a view of something so fine,
So easy and encouraging so to appear that sharp,
The trademark and the product of God’s design.
Woman’s beauty when bathed by the Morning Star
May fool my eyes into thinking I see a goddess,
But it is only the splendor of the sun from afar.
Being sweep into a demure vision so modest.
Her womanly figure whether draped or not
Displays such a floral elegance to my prim mind,
As to render me to a period of no thought,
A facility of the most beautiful female kind.
JERLENE
Acrostic
Jerlene, lovely and beautiful young lady
Your tantalizing eyes enthralls a lonesome heart
Your smile captivates a feeble heart
Allures and fascinates a lonely life.
Every man is found mesmerized
By your God-given angelic beauty divine
A virtue and quality that are sublime
That I saw it in your eyes, from time to time.
Respect, cherish and never blaspheme
The sanctity of love never profane
Treasure in your heart with honesty and probity
Harbor and deeply embed with dignity.
Love is the sweetest joy the wildest foe feeling
Take good care of it and do not disdain
Respect and give a high regard and esteem
In your heart let it forever reign.
Egregious and faithful thou art
Performing your duty with all your might
Carry on the mantle of responsibility in God’s sight
Yours is the reward when the time is right.
Natty, spick-and-span, chastely
Charming replica of Venus the goddess of beauty
Poet’s inspiration that moves his imagination to play
And ask the birds how to chirp, tweet and fly away.
Endearing kindness is a womanly attribution
Enviable characteristic and affection
Virtues you should nourish, possess and nurture
Man who finds this woman finds a great fortune.
Anna Belle 1619 (Part One)
She set out to Jamestown in 1619
She's a Nordic ship on the sea
She's purple in shades in streams
She bathes in the Caribbean breeze
She needs no bard's flattery
No barroom cajolery
Only God with His love sets her free
Along the Levant coast, Aqaba, and Red Sea
My Shulamite who longs for me
She whispers softly, a euphony
Her chestnut flowing glory
Cascades oh womanly
And shaded for only me to see
A music-box dancer
Flawless she prances
Her beauty captured in Renaissance fancy
Reciting "I do"
My bride in June
My beloved in truth
As we walk together towards God
Anna Belle MMVI (Part Two)
Streetlights lead the way from home
Into the distance I drift and and I doze
Off to sleep where I meet Anna
On the coastal retreat out on the veranda
I hand her a poem and it reads:
Anna Belle
You have a lover's light
It is a beacon to this traveler's eye
You are grace and life
A sunburst shining Christ
Luminosity on this day which God has made
I m-i-s-s-i-s-s-I miss your kiss
When you're away
She sighs, what a look in her eyes
I desire to know as she ponders each line
In her heart unfurling more woes
A cascading of tears and hopes
Holding hands, we share our dreams
Of a journey together, the valleys the peaks
Our eyes meet, we momentarily hesitate
Then univocally say "You are my soul mate"
Goodbye Anna Belle (Part Three)
Preacher by day, poet by night
This hero's weakness is iron pyrite
A ship among ships
I sail on by moon eclipsed
No stars or astrolabe
To navigate me me towards my babe
The captain of the Eternity
Has set course and ushered me out to sea
With memories of her and dreams of home
I seek the shore in the sad poem
As I roam and comb Rome
I see faces from pages I've written in tome
Familiar, I see her everywhere
In the euphemistic flower and cascading hair
I ponder the thought of all thoughts
Why did Jesus endure the path and the cross
Out of love, a love that leads step by step
Through a mystery of enigmatic depths
I say my goodbye in this melancholy ode
I mourn, but not as one with no hope