Glancing with a stare,
pouncing with a thought,
the jungle fever is never far off.
The sirens blare to the senses,
the sight, the scent, the glow is so soft.
The pull is there,
tugging that has no care,
these instincts howl through your soul.
Responsibility knocks,
but the door is already ajar,
marching into this passage
out of control.
There is no turning back,
with this unquenchable seduction
just within your reach.
A longing gaze
sparks the fire,
a touch, an embrace,
finally forbidden desire.
This union comes
in continuous waves,
cresting and crashing
in a turbulent sea.
Then the finale occurs,
bodies gone limp.
The waters calm,
the sun now rising,
the peaceful eye of this storm
will not last very long.
It darkens again,
this time with vengeance,
guilt, shame and betrayal
come for this wrong.
Beloved rider
Please, check that neat girth before
Mounting the nice horse
Well you can be the judge of this silly rhyme:
You pulled my hair , we were both bare you locked me with a stare and whispered “You think you're going to get relief? Don't you dare.”
You made my lip quiver with anticipation you said seductively “Don't shiver sweetheart you'll enjoy this stimulation”.
You carried on with your devilish task making each moment climb higher “Oh please?!” I couldn't even ask or plead.
Then I felt myself jolt as I got close then you pulled your hand away with a smile and said “No.”
I hope you enjoyed it I've not written a poem or whatever you would call this since 2014.
"slow down a little"
she said as she kissed me,
a Seconal between her teeth ...
who was I to refuse such?
her name WAS Patience ...
after all.
November 1, 2025
For the “Bite Size Contest Number 127” Poetry Contest
Line Gauthier, Judge & Sponsor
Hello Stranger
Hello, Stranger, I said with half a smile.
We shared glances, across a soft-lit room.
My eyes fell upon you, as you turned to walk away.
But you stopped, just out of reach,
stopped, smiled and said hello.
We both stepped forward, timidly,
stumbling on our every word.
Face to face, began the magic.
“Don’t tell me your name.” I whispered.
Afraid my words would dissolve the moment.
“I want to remember you by your smile.
The timid smile that you presented
when you first looked my way.
I want to remember the shyness,
in that twinkle of your eyes.”
We both knew something was happening,
almost scared to look away.
The pianist played a melody and
the softness of the notes
floated through the spacious room.
For just a moment, it was you, it was me.
Our hands touched lightly and our fingers intertwined.
Our essence seemed familiar, perhaps
from a lifetime, a time before today.
No matter where this night takes us,
I will remember you, by your smile,
and the twinkle in your eyes.
Show me just how you drive that truck.
Is it real fast or do you take your time?
As they say in the sticks let’s get stuck.
I’m looking for you to feel my rhyme,
let’s play with experimental chemistry.
All that combustion could be sublime.
It’s impossible to let the elements be,
when they are determined to connect.
The periodic table covers you and me.
Overheated now leave me, I’m wrecked.
Shouldn’t have left the motor unchecked.
OF LIPS AND TONGUES
Shut lips hinder tongues;
Tonguing tongues plow lips open:
Reaping what’s sown:-
With bent backs, aching bones, and withered hands
We unfurled sail beneath a glorious moon
Which painted you softly on the jeweled night
Your smile glistened as you stood at the bow
Our canvas full we braved a quiet bay
With the barest breeze trailing in our wake
The wind deserted us upon a silken sea
Furling our sails tight against the spruce mast
We tossed our anchor into a white sprayed splash
Venturing below deck we latched the hatch
Turning up the radio with feisty, rollicking rock
Yeehaw Grandma shrilled this eager Grandpa
As our wood hulled boat shattered the glassy sea
Pitching port and starboard with roll and wrenching yaw
Our ancient bones arose at morn through a popped-up hatch
To find a blushing dawn caressing the sky.
When two set of lips collide in breath
intertwining they merge into one.
As years pass highs and lows deepen,
the sacred tremor repeats infinitely.
This woman a Stradivarius
exquisitely crafted,
awaiting gentle caress
when full willing,
the music building
phrase by phrase,
minute by minute
in ever-patient hands,
listening carefully
in sweet dialogue,
swaying to the rhythm
as leisurely crescendo
until full-throated
she bursts forth
in rapturous release,
melody flooding
conjoined hearts.
Echoes savouring,
treasured beauty.
The dawn breaks slowly over mountains of gold,
Its light a promise that stories unfold.
Your eyes, twin flames in the morning mist,
Guide the wanderer whose heart has been cold.
Though distance divides and years part,
Love's thread remains, strong and bold.
Through all the seasons,
I carry your spirit,timelessly told.
And in my final breath,I whisper your name,
Pheko,Bother Of Solly
Stark pineapple sap burns the tips of tongues
and tackies the soft pads of curious fingers.
Humidity that moistens the laughing brows
also drenches nervous palms.
Everything is damp and hot and on fire and sweet.
Sticky fingers course my arm, eyes glide over
my body~ half naked, glimmering with summer dew
do-
do you love me?
Say that love conquers all,
and that you won’t clobber my pulsing flesh.
Say you will not love me.
I only want respect.
For I have learned I may only choose
one of the two states.
Keep lying out of your sweet pineapple mouth
saying you do not love me.
and kiss me, trail your syrupy lips down
down my
skin~ lush and liquid
until that very body trickles.
And smile with your treacled mouth once the tap stops dripping sap
and say you do not love me.
And hold me in June-night’s heat.
Bare and sandy feet run wild across the summer beach
and unworthy mouths will dance the citrus dance tonight.
And the pineapple is almost run out.
and I am pulsing faster now
Quickly~
make sure you do not love me.
My gosh you are the most beautiful women I have ever seen.
Your alabaster skin and the warmth of your heart within
illuminate your face I see when I close my eyes,
and I can take her beauty with me wherever I ride.
My desire, this desire is strong within,
I want your love it's an addiction
And I caught you staring at me once from a distance,
This had my thoughts racing at your beauty’s insistence.
If I were an artist, you are the canvas on which we lay,
If I were a poet your beauty would be at play,
to console and cajole (as you stand below the mistletoe)
you into a lovers embrace,
In the writhing and the sighing of our lovers’ interchange
let us not forget our place
we must honor God by covenanting as one
so, let’s be gracious and spacious
to one another as we step through the portal as up-abovers.
I can’t express this enough and there is more to be said,
I am captured by your beauty to the point of each distress,
so you as a model as this artist looks on,
I draw in all the curves from hill to glen
And think of all the kisses to your supple lips
and the flowers petals as they open
The darkness comes and goes
Late night drivers on wet streets
Shining headlights on closed curtains
Sunrise blindfolded by angry clouds
Fearing the moon’s fateful gaze
Eases slowly through the shadows
The dueling shades of light alert the night’s stalkers
Squinting eyes following the scurry of feet
A distant shriek warns they have been seen
The beauty of the darkness goes unseen
Drifts silently under dimming streetlights
Cools the angst of coming brightness
She plays no favorites, this darkness
Subtle lover of the moon’s intrusion
Conceals the lust of love’s diversion
Sunrise will erase her shadowed glow
Creep through the spaces of her night
For the darkness comes and goes
.
yet each hern
song
each werd
twist hern did
for mine
inspection
'round
eve'z silhouette
cloak'n
my
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