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Tell me, Sweet One, if you've the nerve,
how is it, that you love to play?
Is it warm, with a touch of verve
that softly steals the breath away,
and makes all tight resistance sway?
Whatever you say, we can do.
Come on now, you can have your way;
for, I'm a bad boy...it is true!
Don't worry if your values swerve,
not all is black 'n white – there's gray;
and, with our colors, that best serve...
we'll look no further than today.
There are no rules left to obey;
for now, there's only me and you.
So, let's lie down and come what may;
for, I'm a bad boy...it is true!
Your breasts are rising, I observe...
the sparkle in your eyes betray
your yearning 'neath each writhing curve.
Oh, heaven knows we can't delay!
The essence of your sweet bouquet
excites me, Dearest, through and through.
You're wet and warm, a lush buffet;
for, I'm a bad boy...it is true!
You say, "Don't go," that I must stay!
Yes, I'll remain, don’t misconstrue...
too long would be to your dismay;
for, I'm a bad boy...it is true!
Rascal Jones
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Once, I loved a lady sweetly,
stole my heart away quite neatly;
dreaming of her every night,
from each dusk, 'til dawning light.
Making love, each eve went fleetly;
when came morn she'd leave discreetly.
From each dusk, 'til dawning light,
holding her with all my might.
Brewed me tea, made life alright
from each dusk, 'til dawning light,
through the day she came to greet me,
always there with me completely.
From each dusk, 'til dawning light,
I loved her then with all my might.
She completely came to greet me,
most discreetly, fleetly, neatly...
Once, I loved a lady sweetly!
Rascal Jones
©1 Oct 2011
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As morning wakes, I stir to sounds of life.
It's not the normal kind of life I hear,
but of an ilk that stirs the heart and soul;
a loveliness that cannot be denied.
How is it that I fall in-love with sound,
when songs of birds' sing melodies to me,
as crickets saw their hymnal mating rites,
and laughing children fill me full of joy?
Oft, times I've sat and questioned how I fit,
of what my purpose here on Earth may be;
and, then I look around and wonder why,
with all the beauty, why I even care?
Rascal Jones
© 14 Sept 2012
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`, .‘
/// // ‘` Your Sweet Rain `’// ///
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Unquenched, my thirst cries out for your sweet rain,
for there's no other's who shall sate this thirst.
Ope wide thy gate that I may drink again ...
I crave from thee warm sips thou hath coerced.
With thine sweet rain fill me until I burst ~
Moon, down in all your glory, shine o'er us ...
pearl-glinted waves a'flow merge two as one
these souls to e'er be bound with golden truss;
soft, tender ties by loving hands were spun,
and nevermore they're e'er to be undone.
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Strike, Eros, love's air in torrid flash;
stir dark clouds, a most ferocious storm,
send your winds in taunted, howling clash ...
then, command all elements conform,
that, we'll breathe your sultry atmosphere;
moist, as dewdrops sweet upon the tongue,
like a taste from joyous saline tear,
or the silken flow lovemaking's sprung.
Sing the songs of rain 'til they're all sung.
// ‘`,//
O' how I've dreamt and yearned your taste
I lack tempest words to tell it.
Never's been known such a sad waste
and there's nothing can dispel it,
but to receive my fill of you ...
to sate this ever-thirsting pit,
all from a spell I must pursue
by every ploy within my wit.
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Come, show me your oasis ~
un-parch my thirst ~ at your well.
Fill all my empty spaces,
and release this arid spell.
Let me partake thy graces,
where I ever long to dwell
and I feel my ardour swell.
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To quell a man's dire need,
a wondrous thing to do;
for, always he'll concede
his loyalty to you.
With pitcher filled to brim
give all you have to him.
`/'·//`///,/
No better way known
do I have to say,
"If your man has flown,
bring him back to stay,
and ever atone
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with your dear ways
that he will know
for all his days
you love him so!"
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Lover's task;
You, I ask,
"Fill my flask!"
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Champagne
refrain ...
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"Rain!"
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Rascal
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When days were young and carefree,
he was young, took chances, too...
anything at all girls wanted,
that’s the thing that he would do.
Mattered not what consequence
resulted from the act,
there was not a chance in hell
that he could take it back.
Many came, the chances took,
sadder, his heart would break,
“Oh, that’s the way of life!” they'd say.
“Don’t pout, for goodness sake!”
Despite his cost, their needs fulfilled,
what all he gave they’d all embrace.
Footloose was life and fancy free,
but love he never could replace.
Someone, once, had said to him,
“Venture naught, and naught you'll gain!”
But, every chance he took for love
wrought him naught but deeper pain.
Each chance he took, colder his heart
until the day would come,
that he’d look back in recompense
to rue his chance-took sum.
You see, his craving heart had starved
from childhood to a man,
that life had so deprived of love
before his life began...
can now recall each time it was
that he’d gave all he could,
that taught him in the end of it,
some chances are no good.
So, choose well your chances
and value who you are,
for who you hold and holds you back
says much of you, by far.
Please, judge him not, he’ll not judge you...
well he knows, your chances took;
for, love’s now took a chance on him,
and he's since ~ been off the hook.
Rascal Jones
©1 Oct 2011
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-=·~•˜**˜•~·=-
~ some things are meant to be ~
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My Lovely, Graceful Dancer~
silky feet, so swift..so light,
So sublime..you softly flow
into my dreams each night.
~•˜*˜•~
Gliding, oh-so smoothly across
our loving, starlit floor,
Like the ever-urgent, beating sea
against my yearning shore.
~•˜*˜•~
Take my hand, Sweet Dearest
and twirl my wonder wide,
Then, swiftly guide me, Lover
back again to you inside.
~•˜*˜•~
Matched in blissful harmony
our bodies ethereally move,
Flow me now..forevermore
into your flowing groove.
~•˜*˜•~
As if these steps have always
but to fulfill our life, to belong,
All the years we danced alone
we now know..so very wrong.
~•˜*˜•~
Our frames into each other
we do come...as one we melt,
You, the most glorious woman
dream and life has ever felt.
~•˜*˜•~
I know your sweet thighs, now
sliding softly against my own,
Take me, My Heavenly Partner,
to realms I've never known.
~•˜*˜•~
Nurturing breasts...your mound
so softly 'pon me grind,
To steal away my willing heart
my soul...my hungry mind.
~•˜*˜•~
Oh, your luscious moves
love's ne'er-ending routine,
Never knew 'til You the glory
of dancing with My Queen
~•˜*˜•~
Knowing alas, M'Love
this can never be a sin,
For, we're dancing together....
in the arms we should have
always been.
-=·~•˜*˜•~·=-
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Rascal Jones
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‘Twas once our hearts upon love’s parchment danced,
in jubilee and joy our voices rang;
with tenderness and love, how we romanced,
and every song that could be sung ~ we sang.
On flagrant wings your poems all soared away
to others’ hearts ... whomever they may be,
and onward rushes life in disarray,
with promise drowning in some heartless sea.
O' memories, embrace me one last time,
in comfort for lost years we shan't reclaim;
but, shed no tears to recompensing rhyme,
nor lack of knowing who or what to blame.
‘Tis destiny unlocks life’s waiting gate;
in truth, tho ... without You, I have no fate.
Rascal
2012
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