Romantic or Sexual Love
Romantic or
sexual love produces
yellow clear fossilised resin utilised in
jewellery.
Sequel after Paciolo Pen Saint ;
(Silhouette series)
Tell me how you want it
Impart your whole in me
Tell me how you want it
Vanilla or sweetened
You beneath or me squirming underneath
Name the style
I'm a goddess granting wish.
Tell me how you want it
All of me with whole of you
Diving the oceanic sea we created
Swimming in the cumful pool
In your room I lay
With a thousand and one thought
And energized soul.
Tell me how you want it
Taking you cloud nine or heaven on Earth
Your goddess is available
All for you to devour
Spanking gives joy so does teasing
Oh! basking in euphoria
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Disillusioned
with the world I am,
Betrayal of trust
I can't comprehend.
Unwarranted deceit
from stranger and friend,
With knowledge like this
why do it again.
Then answers I found
a few years ago,
From someone who knew
what most never know.
A love with no commons
like those bound from blood,
No ulterior motives
such as, sexual love.
'Twas then that I knew
the truth from pretend,
The rarest of loves,
the "unconditional friend."
Written by,
Sheri Lynne Evans
September 17, 2002
Sexual love
What do you do when your lover is a thief?
What could I do smitten as I was by her sexual allure
she looked like Marilyn Monroe but lacked her
honesty and innocence while my lover as a taker Marilyn
was a giver, but what could I do?
She was a sickness a cold that would not go away, I often
left her in anger vowing not to return, but I did
despised myself as I sold my car to keep her in style and
expensive restaurant.
Every bad situation comes to an end she knocked
down by a speeding car, the one I had sold.
With my last money I bought a big wreath her mother cried
I was glad she had gone which brought on a depression
because no one had done it as good as her.
Love is a song in 26 verses
Love love love
The Beatles sing
All you need is love
What about the romantic poets
Who sing along of love?
Keats? Joyce? Lorca?
Spiritual love
Platonic love
Sexual love
Where is true love?
Is there true love?
Is love just a song
Or a memory of those kisses
From my past?
Yes and no.
Yes because I cherish those memories
And no because I regret lost loves
Nineteen loves
Then 20
How many more have I had?
Were there more than 20?
Perhaps 26
Like the number of verses
In this poem
Exuding from my heart.
Dick Burton examining Liz Taylor's rectal sphincter for blood.
That's love.
Sexual love. Pornographic, anthropological, primate love.
* * *
The white pine whispers
What the wind can't say.
In the blowdown there's a slow ballet.
* * *
I am a citizen of the empire.
Moonlight & heartbeat.
Watres pipyng hoot.
* * *
One hawk.
Flying low, scaring crows.
No snow.
* * *
Summer morning, rabbit in my garden.
Let it be or send a warning.
Let the rabbit eat my peas.
* * *
Avoid the I,
Void yourself, and enter the void?
I think not.
Freedom,
To enjoy our wants
In pleasurable plays
Sexual taunts
Lacy wears
Scented oils
Silken ties
Sexual spoils
Tied and bound
Birthday suits
Domineering
Sexual fruits
Olympic games
Positional fonts
Undulating writhes
Sexual wants
Two birds of paradise
The Eagle and Dove
From distant lands
Sexual love
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